It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
that loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Jax is unlikely to have encountered either poem before he dropped out of high school and that's too bad, because if ever anyone needed a tour through what happens after you make good on your marauding, it's him. And one of my hopes for season seven is that instead of Jax dealing with crisis after crisis keeping him from his beloved dream of being free of the guns and making good on his father's wishes, he lives that new club life for a while and realizes how much it sucks. As Clewell writes, "When I dream, I am on that road once more/ I follow a trail of purpose and will."END SIDEBAR.
ANYWAY, Bohai doesn't care that a few Irish are dead -- he needs to personally do something to make his wrongs feel redressed. And until that happens in the form of delivering Connor to Bohai, he'll just be keeping Happy.
Nero is in his office doing business-y things when there's a vigorous tattoo on the door. It's Fiasco, who has come to have a talk with Nero. "The Byz-Lats, we're about done… when that shit went down with you and Renaldo, that was crazy, but I was like, okay, it's all right, our O.G. is back in charge. Maybe we could show some weight, start recruiting --" "Nobody made any promises about growing," Nero interjects. Fiasco overrides him: "It ain't about growing anymore! It's about staying alive! Look, I know you got Diosa with the MC, and you're all hooked with Teller's mom and shit, but we got business too, ese, and you ain't been anywhere around --" Cue Nero taking a lot of exception to Fiasco's interpretation of the last few months' events. Nero concludes, "Check it, Fiasco, because I feel like I'm drowning here!" "We're all drowning here! Ever since you met the Sons! This club, they ain't been nothing but problems," Fiasco says, and if it weren't for his unsightly dental grille, I would kiss this man for finally pointing out that meeting SAMCRO is usually the sign that your life is about to go very bad, very fast.