I Held My Crotch, Closed My Eyes

I'm Too Drunk To Recall Much Of What I've Said. Which, Come To Think Of It, Is Probably Just As Well, Judging By The Way People Who Are Normally Quite Sensible Dissolve Into Gibbering, Rude, Opinionated And Bombastic Idiots Once The Alcohol Molecules In Their Bloom-stream Outnumber The Neutrons, Or Whatever. Luckily, One Only Notices This If One Stays Sober Oneself, So The Solution Is As Pleasant (at The Time, At Least) As It Is Obvious.

One Should Never Mistake Pattern For Meaning.

I Remember Being Shocked When I Discovered Some Of My School Pals Didn't Have Books In Their Homes. I Thought It Was Like Not Having Oxygen, Or Hot Water.

-"then What," Lededje Asked, Trying To Keep Her Voice Cold And Not Get Caught Up In The Avatar´s Obvious Enthusiasm, "is Making You Smile About A Disaster?" -"well, First, I Didn´t Cause It! Nothing To Do With Me, Hands Clean. Always A Bonus.

"don't You Have A Religion?" Dorolow Asked Horza. "yes," He Replied, Not Taking His Eyes Away From The Screen On The Wall Above The End Of The Main Mess-room Table. "my Survival."