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the Marxist Detective and the Adventure of the HMS Hoobe-Entwhistle |
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Chapter 4 - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream "Sleep is good, death is better; but of
course, the best thing would to have never been born at all." -
Heinrich Heine A horribly distant meandering grey haze blinked
into relative focus; dimmed. A
face swam into view, a fat bloated circus mirror face with a weird
swimming raised eyebrow; then the pain hit and Hargrove’s brain
retreated quickly. “Well,” it thought firmly, in that brief eternity
of consciousness, “socio-political revolution is clearly a physical
expression of change. It
deals directly with the fruit of the proletariat and their relationships,
essentially implying that the petty bourgeoisie concept of ‘thinking’
about these things is irrelevant.” A blisteringly painful pause. “Ah, thank god, then,” and the blackness resumed its
soothing comforts. |