Tsitaadid raamatust:
There are no good wars
or bad wars. The only thing bad about a war is to lose it. All wars have been fought for a
so-called good Cause on both sides. But only the victor's Cause becomes
history's Noble Cause. It's not a matter of who is right or who is wrong, it's a
matter of who has the best generals and the better army!"
The girls looked good from a distance, the sun shining through their dresses, their hair. But get up close and
listen to their minds running out of their mouths, you felt like
digging in under a hill and hiding out with a tommy-gun.
What would I be protecting? Somebody else. Somebody else who didn't give a shit about me. Dying in a war never stopped wars from happening.
The whole college scene was soft. They never told you what to expect out there in the real world. They just crammed you
with theory and never told you how hard the pavements were. A college education could destroy an individual for life. Books could make you soft.
When you put them down, and really went out there, then you needed to know what
they never told you.
There was nothing really as glorious as a good beer shit -- I mean after
drinking twenty or twenty-five beers the night before. The odor of a beer shit
like that spread all around and stayed for a good hour-and-a-half. It made
you realize that you were really alive.
Education also seemed to be a trap. The little education I had
allowed myself had made me more suspicious. What were doctors, lawyers,
scientists? They were just men who allowed themselves to be deprived (ilma
jääma) of their freedom to think and act as individuals.
sat back down and poured a glass
of wine. I left my door open. The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city:
juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios . . . We were all
in it together. We were all in one big shit pot together. There was no
escape. We were all going to be flushed
away.
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