“Good gods, the madness is catching, Moist thought as the glow of the golem’s eyes disappeared into darkness outside. I’m not the postmaster, I’m some poor bastard who’s the victim of some stupid . . . experiment. What a place! What a situation! What kind of man would put a known criminal in charge of a major branch of government? Apart from, say, the average voter.”
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Terry Pratchett,
Going Postal