Templum Bellonae

Most people would have called this an epiphany, Wilson knew, and some of them went to ridiculous lengths to have one, including embracing strange religions, climbing strange mountains, and taking strange drugs. House, judging by the easy and casual way he seemed to get bolts of revelation, probably called it a Thursday afternoon, if even that. Wilson didn’t know what to call it, except ‘epiphany’ felt like too exciting a word for something that left him feeling like an extraordinarily dense idiot.

Defensive Strategies by Milkshake Butterfly