Giulia Blasi, I have taken a break from the Game of Thrones marathon. I must say I could not bear to watch if not for Brienne and the redbearded bear of a man of the Wildings. I stopped because I could not bear to see any more torture of Arya (is that her correct name), she blinded and tortured by the woman skilled with the stick, the woman who serves a man, a religious zealot. He cannot be burdened with actual blood, pain and violence. He farms it out to a woman, who as far as can be perceived has become pitiless and ruthless and cruel, the perfect tool for the cowardly zealot man. And then as I started to write earlier, who did I hear come onscreen behind my turned back but Brienne. And this show should be prevented from ever using dragons in its promotions because the unending tedium and suffering of the Queen of Dragons puts lie to her name and mocks the very essence of what it is to be both Dragon and Queen of Dragons. Also I would love to beat that Bolton kid with a hundred hundred head and body shots. Let him grin after his ribs are crushed and screaming. Other than these minor quibbles I love the marathon.