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He drove, as always, with the greatest concentration, and now and then he hummed to himself with that furtive sincerity common to the tone deaf.
“There’s no fun any more,” he would say. “Having money takes all the joy out achievement.”
It’s the silly English thing, I’m afraid. Regulations are part of our tradition. We make them, then we fall in love with them.”
“When you buy whisky,” the old man said, turning the little bottle in his enormous, steady hand, “buy a descent brand, or nothing.”
There seemed, as Shamus crawled slowly to his feet, still arm in arm with Cassidy, to be something cosmic in his self-destruction; as if, knowing that the creative genius of mankind was also the cause of its ruin, he had determined to make that truth personal, to take it for his own.
