The Walmart was like a starship that had landed in the soybean fields. … They went inside. The young ones… — Neal Stephenson
The Walmart was like a starship that had landed in the soybean fields. … They went inside. The young ones shuffled to a stop as their ironic sensibilities, which served them in lieu of souls, were jammed by a signal of overwhelming power.
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Silence, as none of the men knew how to cope with her tactical use of the word “doll.”
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“Okay, okay, he stopped being a little fucker when he raised an army of twelve hundred high-level characters and deployed them in battle array around his projected route of advance,” Richard admitted. “I have to admit I was wondering why he was taking so long to move away from that cave. I didn’t reckon that he was going to set the whole thing up like Sherman’s march to the sea.”
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“Yes, I fucking noticed them.”
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