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He thought of his sister, on her retreat. He thought of his sister swimming in a river with a Spanish name. He thought of the light on the water at noon, moving river light too bright to look at.
He fell down in the muck and the shit and said, "How's this, then?" and died.
"My wife and I love hearing about how astonishingly horrible our world is."
If the peak oil theory is right, the Iraq war, terrible though it is, will be remembered -- like the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand or the Nazi invasion of Poland -- as a mere prelude to a much bloodier affair. According to proponents like Kenneth Deffeyes and Colin Campbell, the coming decline in oil supplies will trigger privations in seemingly unconnected economic sectors. Industrial agriculture, for instance, depends heavily on oil and so much of the world's population will face starvation in a future of dwindling fossil fuels. Many oil-peakers speak of a coming "die-off," as the world population adjusts to the resources available to it -- by perishing in the billions from war, famine, exposure, and civil unrest.
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I look at them, sitting in the middle of the pavement, draining bottles of wine, holding up traffic, waiting to see if the city's going to watch.
"Pol-Props," they write on each other's hands.

"But the alternative of The Big Crunch is not much better. A few years ago, when I was giving a lecture, I was asked not to mention the end of the universe, in case it depressed the stock market."
There were no longer Italian neighborhoods, or Cuban neighborhoods, or Irish or Greek neighborhoods. There were Anorexic neighborhoods, and Narcissistic neighborhoods, and Manic And Compulsive neighborhoods.
They're completely happy, but she doesn't want to be alone.
Her cardiovascular is singing, afraid of the Blackwood Barbeque, with no plans for tonight and nobody to talk to.
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There is a man that runs the Holocaust Museum in Richmond, VA who spent a year as a child living in a potato cellar dug into a field in Eastern Europe to escape the SS and death. When he asks tour groups, "Do you think that the holocaust could happen again?" they say no.
They answer the same when he asks, "Do you think it could ever happen in the United States?"
He insists that as soon as you write it off as a possibility, and say, "It'll never happen here," or, "Never again, anywhere," that is exactly when it will.
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Harry did not know what would happen if Ron touched the tentacle of thought now flying behind the brain, but he was sure it would not be anything good.
"I don't think an Xbox could be a vagina, though."
