The news was on again. Nixon's face filled the screen, but his speech was hopelessly garbled. The only word I… — Hunter S. Thompson
The news was on again. Nixon's face filled the screen, but his speech was hopelessly garbled. The only word I could make out was “sacrifice.” Over and over again: “Sacrifice...sacrifice…sacrifice."
I could hear myself breathing heavily.
My attorney seemed to notice.
“Just stay relaxed,” he said over his shoulder, without looking at me. “Don't try to fight it or...you'll just wither up and die.”
His hand snaked out to change channels.
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