Fafhrd stopped, again wiped right hand on robe, and held it out. "Name's Fafhrd. Ef ay ef aitch ar dee."Again the Mouser shook it. "Gray Mouser," he said a touch defiantly, as if challenging anyone to laugh at the sobriquet. "Excuse me, but how exactly do you pronounce that? Faf-hrud?""Just Faf-erd. - Fritz Leiber
Nations are as equal as so many madmen or drunkards. - Fritz Leiber
He who lies artistically, treads closer to the truth than ever he knows. - Fritz Leiber