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I’m afraid I don’t read as much as I ought to,” said Maggie.”We’re all afraid of something,” Trout replied. “I’m afraid of cancer and rats and Doberman pinschers.

Our elders say that the sun will shine on those who stand before it shines on those who kneel under them.

I admired my mother in some ways, although things between us were never easy. She expected too much from me, I felt. She expected me to vindicate her life for her, and the choices she’d made. I didn’t want to live my life on her terms. I didn’t want to be the model offspring, the incarnation of her ideas. We used to fight about that. I am not your justification for existence, I said to her once.

And my poor fool is hanged. No, no, no life?
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou ‘lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never.

Never put off till to-morrow the fun you can have today,

Don’t you be worried or annoyed, Sancho, about any comments you hear, or there will never be an end to them. Keep a safe conscience and let people say what they like: trying to still gossips’ tongues is like putting up doors in open fields. If the governor leaves office rich they say he’s a thief, and if he leaves it poor they say he’s a milksop and a fool.

The Americans’ clothes were meanwhile passing through poison gas. Body lice and bacteria and fleas were dying by the billions. So it goes.

The machine turns, turns and must keep on turning—for ever. It is death if it stands still. A thousand millions scrabbled the crust of the earth. The wheels began to turn. In a hundred and fifty years there were two thousand millions. Stop all the wheels. In a hundred and fifty weeks there are once more only a thousand millions; a thousand thousand thousand men and women have starved to death.

I have also told them not to work for companies which make massacre machinery, and to express contempt for people who think we need machinery like that.

They’re out there. Black boys in white suits up before me to commit sex acts in the hall and get it mopped up before I can catch them.

He’s safe as long as he can laugh, he thinks, and it works pretty fair.

You’ll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you’ll be played in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just wonderful, so we’ll have a lot more of them. And they’ll be fought by babies like the babies upstairs.

Not that it isn’t great to see you. But it’s not so great for you. What’d you do wrong? Laugh at his dick?

Human beings in there took turns standing or lying down. The legs of those who stood were like fence posts driven into a warm, squirming, farting, sighing earth. The queer earth was a mosaic of sleepers who nestled like spoons.

Look at him! That’s life, according to the medical profession. Isn’t life wonderful?

I will be a sonofabitch if he ain’t in here at eleven-thirty at night, fartin’ around in the dark with a pair of scissors and a paper sack.

I find the entrance to the women’s washroom…There’s a rest area, gently lit in pinkish tones, with several easy chairs and a sofa, in a lime-green bamboo-shoot print, with a wall clock above it in a gold filigree frame. Here they haven’t removed the mirror, there’s a long one opposite the sofa. You need to know, here, what you look like.

But that’s the price we have to pay for stability. You’ve got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. We’ve sacrificed the high art. We have the feelies and the scent organ instead.

Don’t be too sure,’ he continued. The other day I took up a man who hanged himself on the road. He was a Swede, too.’ ‘Hanged himself! Why, in God’s name?’ I cried. He kept on looking out watchfully. ‘Who knows? The sun too much for him, or the country perhaps.

I’d give something to see that. Mostly, I’d just to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time.