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‘Taxation, gentlemen, is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum of moo. And I am afraid to say that these days all I get is moo.’
He looked at the face in the mirror. Unfortunately, it was his.
It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.
Theft was the only crime, whether the loot was gold, innocence, land or life.
The sudden appearance of a naked woman always caused a rethink of anyone’s immediate plans.
“Give a man a fire and he’s warm for a day, but set fire to him and he’s warm for the rest of his life.”
‘I’ve only been a woman ten minutes and already I hate you male bastards.’
I’m supposed to keep the peace, I am! If I kill people to do it, I’m reading the wrong manual!’
It is a long-cherished tradition among a certain type of military thinker that huge casualties are the main thing. If they are on the other side then this is a valuable bonus.
