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"To watch a farce is, for the sophisticated, like playing the lottery, only without the unpleasantness of winning money."
Søren Kierkegaard, Repetition, 1843.

Jessie J (Do It Like a Dude) — Stomp Stomp, I've arrived 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7__7dkH_RFw

Vengeance demon possesses Sebastian Vael: sterility ordains necessary death.

"However, when cities or regions are accustomed to living under a prince and his bloodline has been wiped out, 
being on the one hand accustomed to obedience and, on the other, not having their old prince and not being able 
to agree upon choosing another one from amongst themselves— yet not knowing how to live as free men— 
they are, as a result, hesitant in taking up arms, and a prince can win them over and assure himself of their 
support with greater ease. But in republics, greater vitality, greater hatred, and greater desire for revenge exist. 
The memory of ancient liberty does not and cannot allow them to rest, so that the most secure course is either to 
wipe them out or to go to live there."
Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince, Chapter 5, 1532.

Princess Aveline should bolster a religious reform & Isabela must have her ship.

Julian Winding — The Demon Dance 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0w8HIj5PkpM

"The truth is that motor cars offer a very happy illustration of the metaphysical distinction between "being" and 
"becoming." Some cars, mere vehicles with no purpose above bare locomotion, mechanical drudges such as Lady 
Metroland's Hispano-Suiza, or Mrs. Mouse's Rolls Royce, or Lady Circumference's 1912 Daimler, or the "general 
reader's" Austin Seven, these have definite "being" just as much as their occupants. They are bought all screwed 
up and numbered and painted, and there they stay through various declensions of ownership, brightened now and 
then with a lick of paint or temporarily rejuvenated by the addition of some minor organ, but still maintaining 
their essential identity to the scrap heap.
Not so the REAL cars, that become masters of men; those vital creations of metal who exist solely for their own 
propulsion through space, for whom their drivers, clinging, precariously at the steering wheel, are as important 
as his stenographer to a stock-broker. These are in perpetual flux; a vortex of combing and disintegrating units; 
like the confluence of traffic at some spot where many roads meet, streams of mechanism come together, mingle 
and separate again."
Evelyn Waugh, Vile Bodies, 1930.