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November eleventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-two.
Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not.
Out of Many, One: “E pluribus unum.”
a lot of citizens were so ignored and cheated and insulted that they thought they might be in the wrong country, or even on the wrong planet, that some terrible mistake had been made.
They were the arbitrary lusts for gold, and, God help us, for a glimpse of a little girl’s underpants.
be as easily felled by a single idea as by cholera or the bubonic plague. There was no immunity to cuckoo ideas on Earth.
And even when they built computers to do some thinking for them, they designed them not so much for wisdom as for friendliness. So they were doomed. Homicidal beggars could ride.”
Here was the plot: A flying saucer creature named Zog arrived on Earth to explain how wars could be prevented and how cancer could be cured. He brought the information from Margo, a planet where the natives conversed by means of farts and tap dancing.
be the eyes and ears and conscience of the Creator of the Universe, you fool.
It had given him a life not worth living, but I had also given him an iron will to live. This was a common combination on the planet Earth.
irreproachable
This loop of paper guaranteed Dwayne that he need have no fear that corkscrew-shaped little animals would crawl up his asshole and eat up his wiring. That was one less worry for Dwayne.
“Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.”
