I woke up, crying, weeping for their shattered little bodies. How many countless living, crawling things smashed, dried out, and returned to the dirt? In my dreams, I found myself standing on a beach made of beetle husks stretching as far as the eye can see.
Piles and piles of them, years and years of them. Who gives a dusty f*** about a bunch of beetles?Tyrion Lannister: I know, I know, but still it filled me with dread. And I had to know because it was horrible, that all these beetles would be dying for no reason.Jaime Lannister: Every day around the world, men, women, and children are murdered by the score. And I still couldn't figure out why he was doing it. Did I hear dragon wings? No, I heard "kun kun kun". I read the histories of Targaryen conquests. Father droned on about the family legacy and I thought about Orson's beetles. And when I wasn't watching him, I was thinking about him. I would eat my lunch in the garden, chewing my mutton to the music of "kun kun kun". I began spending inordinate amounts of time watching him. And I became possessed with knowing what they were. His face was like the page of a book written in a language I didn't understand, but he wasn't mindless, he had his reasons. And as I watched, I became more and more sure of it: there was something happening there. I may not have been able to speak with Orson, but I could observe him, watch him, the way men watch animals to come to a deeper understanding of their behavior. In any case, I found nothing that illuminated the nature of Orson's affliction or the reason behind his relentless beetles slaughter. Tried to touch me once.Tyrion Lannister: Turns out far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. So I went to Maester Valeric's library.Jaime Lannister: Valeric. I was the smartest person I knew, certainly I had the wherewithal to unravel the mysteries that lay at the heart of a moron. "Smash the beetles! Smash them! Kun kun kun!" I wasn't deterred. "Orson, why are you smashing all those beetles?" He gave me an answer. Why was he smashing all those beetles? What did he get out of it? First thing I did was ask him. But I stayed with Orson.Jaime Lannister: Why?Tyrion Lannister: I was curious. You drifted away.Jaime Lannister: I had other interests.Tyrion Lannister: Yes. Laughing at another person's misery was the only thing that made me feel like everyone else.Jaime Lannister: Joke wore thin, though.Tyrion Lannister: For you. You'd think being tormented from birth would give you some affinity for the afflicted.Tyrion Lannister: On the contrary. Used to sit all day in the garden, crushing beetles with a rock.Tyrion and Jaime: Kun, kun, kun!Tyrion Lannister: Nothing made him happier.Jaime Lannister: Nothing made you happier. Wet nurse dropped him on his head, left him simple.Tyrion Lannister: Simple. Tyrion Lannister: Do you remember cousin Orson? Orson Lannister?Jaime Lannister: Of course.
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