The pisspot rang true, too; in the Smalls, it lived outside the shared bedroom halfway up the tower, by the window.

He clambered into his cabin after his pisspot, then went to the edge of the tunnel and emptied it.

He meant that given the growing awareness of climate change and the reckonings attendant on the Anthropocene — the idea that human beings have entered an era where we are irrevocably changing the Earth’s ecology — a small clay pisspot is a cutting-edge technology.

“It should have been you who threw the feast, to welcome me back,” Ramsay complained, “and it should have been in Barrow Hall, not this pisspot of a castle.”

That’s because they have never seen a dwarf before, in their wretched pisspot towns, Tyrion thought.