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Guilt was the grease in which the wheels of the authority turned.
Humans! They lived in a world where the grass continued to be green and the sun rose every day and flowers regularly turned into fruit, and what impressed them? Weeping statues. And wine made out of water! A mere quantum-mechanistic tunnel effect, that’d happen anyway if you were prepared to wait zillions of years. As if the turning of sunlight into wine, by means of vines and grapes and time and enzymes, wasn’t a thousand times more impressive and happened all the time …
With my brains and your … with my brains, we should soon be in business again.’
Its distinctive call put listeners in mind of a malfunctioning digestive system.
