There is screaming, a grotesque, awful screaming coming from many human mouths, coming from somewhere down the main road. But that’s the only way he can go.
qntm, There Is No Antimemetics Division [Amazon, Publisher, Author, Wiki]
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- “He had known about the general prosperity that had bloomed continuously, like the flower of some giant and impossibly hardy weed, for the forty years since the end of World War II, and he had known how this wealth had been distributed among and spent by the nearly all-inclusive middle class that, as every year passed, put more time into less productive work and made more money for it.”
- “There is a land in which no tree groweth, and where the warbling of the birds is as a forgotten dream. There is a land of dust and desolation, where no river floweth, and where no cloud riseth from the plains to shade men’s eyes from the sand and the scorching sun. Many are they who stray therein, for all live upon the threshold of misery who inhabit the House of joy.”
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