"Had I been born a peasant, they might have left me out to die, or sold me to some slaver's grotesquerie. Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and the grotesqueries are all the poorer. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for twenty years. My brother later killed that very same king, as it turns out, but life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new king and my repulsive nephew will be king after him.
I must do my part for the honor of my House, wouldn't you agree? Yet how? Well, my legs may be too small for my body, but my head is too large, although I prefer to think it is just large enough for my mind. I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses.
My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert his warhammer, and I have my mind... and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge."
Tyrion tapped the leather cover of the book. "That's why I read so much, Jon Snow."
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