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So,” Marasi Said, “you Traded A Dead Man’s Scarf For Another Dead Man’s Gun. But…the Gun Itself Belonged To Someone Dead, So By The Same Logic—” “don’t Try,” Waxillium Said. “logic Doesn’t Work On Wayne.” “i Bought A Ward Against It Off A Traveling Fortune-teller,” Wayne Explained. “it Lets Me Add Two ’n’ Two And Get A Pickle.

War Is Far Worse. At Least Where Politics Is Going On, There Are Usually Nice Hors D’oeuvres.

However A Man Who Was Honest And Clever Was Always, Always More Difficult To Scam Than Someone Who Was Both Dishonest And Clever. Sincerity. It Was So Difficult , By Definition, To Fake.

To Live Is To Have Worries And Uncertainties. Keep Them Inside, And They Will Destroy You For Certain--leaving Behind A Person So Callused That Emotion Can Find No Root In His Heart.

At Times, It Seems To Me That To Be Human Is To Want That Which We Cannot Have. For Some, This Is Power. For Me, It Is Peace.