There would have been no insurmountable problem at all, of course, if Bwadres had only had that touch of realism about money matters that, when a tru… - Fritz Leiber

I can see now that if I’d stayed I’d have gone the way of Pulg and all such Great Men—fat, power-racked, lieutenant-plagued, smothered with false-hearted dancing girls, and finally falling into the arms of religion. At least I’m saved that last chronic ailment, which is worse than the dropsy.

And I, well, in the month I’ve been here I’ve learned that the only way to survive in civilization is to abide by its unwritten rules—far more important than its laws chiseled in stone—and break them only at peril, in deepest secrecy, and taking all precautions.

Work and pray,
Live on hay.
You’ll get pie
In the sky
When you die—
It’s a lie!