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“A lot of good it did you.”
“Still, it did good.”
“You were still in the good.”
“I stood in the good rather still.”
“Yet you complain you have no will.”
“I have enough to swallow a pill. Not enough to curse a hill.”
“I hope they come in the night to take us away. I know they will take us away. Hope it’s painless.”
“It’s never painless when you know how much you’ve left on the cutting room floor. And how much more there is to shoot.”
“Been around damn moralists all my life. Never taught me anything but self-hatred. But one. And he can hardly be talked about without embarrassment, apparently.”
“We will ice skate backwards in his honor.”
“Well look it, it was all bundled together at the beginning so he was in there and his father was in there and then it all exploded outward and made gas and creature. Since they were in there and we were in there it stands to reason we love the way we do.”
“And now we bloody have to put it back together not with our brains but with our bodies. That’s the challenge now. That’s why we put it all behind us. Happy, happy days.”
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