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Barbarians and Other Areas of Concern
A sitting president trying to put his own lawyer on the Supreme Court smells really funny, and I don't mean funny like Dennis Miller used to be funny. I mean funny like Dennis Miller is now.
Tom Dooley
Long ago our rising consciousness convinced us that a Super Mind must be in charge of the world, controlling everything in it, just as we ourselves had learned to control animals and even other human beings. But the sense of our own individual consciousness, that we exist as discrete minds and wills, inevitably made the eventual obliteration of our separate identities the central tragedy of humankind. We had become like our gods; unlike them, we died.
Thomas J. Hubschman
Clarence Smith was there too, forever singing "His Eye is on the Sparrow." He'd died thinking he had hemorrhoids, which turned out to be colon cancer. He was there in his Amtrak uniform with hymns and union songs (this machine kills fascists), forever riding the rails, marching on Washington with Dr. King, waving his lifelong pass the railroad gave him at retirement
Stanley Jenkins
