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desperanceAnd there it is: I have ground 575 grams of corn (say a pound and a quarter?) into fine meal. And if I don't wake up tomorrow with broad shoulders and mighty thews, there ain't no justice. I don't know how many kernels there are in a pound and a quarter, but every one of 'em's an officer, and I have saluted them all. Individually, is how it feels. Longest way up, shortest way down.
I may have been playing Janis Ian, just to see me through. (Ian Rankin was a bit miffed, I think, one night, when I skipped his gig to go to Janis'. I told him she sings better than he does. And of course she writes too - I love it, that one of my musical idols is an SF writer on the side.)
I may have been playing Janis Ian, just to see me through. (Ian Rankin was a bit miffed, I think, one night, when I skipped his gig to go to Janis'. I told him she sings better than he does. And of course she writes too - I love it, that one of my musical idols is an SF writer on the side.)