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Meat!" He Said Scornfully. "i'm A Vegetarian." You Eat Cheese Enchiladas And Aluminum Cans," I Reminded Him. Those Are Vegetables.

My Fatal Flaw Is Hubris. The Brown Stuff They Spread On Veggie Sandwiches? No, Seaweed Brain. That's Hummus. Hubris Is Worse. What Could Be Worse Than Hummus?

But She Wondered Why Beautiful Things Had To Be Wrapped Up With Evil History. Or Was It The Other Way Around? Maybe The Evil History Made It Necessary To Build Beautiful Things, To Mask The Darker Aspects.

You Have To Be Compelled To Write. If You’re Not, Nothing Else That You Do Matters.

It Was A Crazy Idea. But, As Usual, That’s All Percy Had.