To be faire, I think we're all idiots!
IN AN AGE GONE STALE through the complex of bureaucratic interdependencies, with its tedious labyrinth of technical specializations, each contingent upon the next, and all aimed to converge into a single totality of meaning, it is a refreshing moment indeed when one comes across an area of human endeavour absolutely sufficient unto itself, pure and…
They faced each other squarely for a moment, but the nameless, impersonal rage and hatred in Vince’s face was so overpowering that Nick turned away, muttering something, and sat down again, crumpling the defiled page and throwing it aside. from You Gotta Leave Your Mark by Terry Southern (in the short story collection Red-Dirt Marijuana) Sunday Sentence: The…