On the Metro, an individual sitting across from me looked me in the eye, took his 20 ounce Pepsi and turned it over above his head, rotating it around saying 'flies... FLIES... flies...' without breaking eye contact.
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And all the time - such is a tragi-comedy of our situation - we continue to clamour for those very qualities we are rendering impossible. You can hardly open a periodical without coming across the statement that what our civilization needs is more 'drive', or dynamism, or self-sacrifice, or 'creativity'. In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.