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"But it was the speakers,...who simply amazed, for it was singularly this vision-haunted (occasionally beer-irrigated) array of nobodies, filled with the arrogance of disenchanted insight, who, in the war between order and entropy, ran scratching hand-over-hand high onto their makeshift boxes, and, flying into diatribes and mighty gusts of Homeric wrath against God, Devil, or anything else that bent their wick, they cast--on a Sunday of rain, on a Sunday of snow--imitation pearls before genuine swine."
from the very excellent Three Wogs by Alexander Theroux