“One of these days I was going to have to have a sit-down with these people, talk to the Consigliere of coincidence, find out what exactly the beef was. If they wanted a few points of the action or what?
I had had it with this thing of theirs. I was coming down with the howling fantods. And for what? For what?”
~ The Book of Greater Confusion, p. 491, The Infected One
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