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Work was impossible. The geeks had broken my spirit. They had done too
many things wrong. It was never like this for Mencken. He lived like
a Prussian gambler -- sweating worse than Bryan on some nights and
drunker
than Judas on others. It was all a dehumanized nightmare...and these
raddled cretins have the gall to complain about my deadlines.
-- Hunter Thompson, "Bad Nerves in Fat City", _Generation of Swine_
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