"Politics," declaimed Cathcart Zen from the battlements, "is the art of doing it to them before they do it to you."
"Please come down," pleaded Annabel, the staff nurse, as young Standish went to fetch the electrified net. She'd made the mistake of telling Zen that her father, coming to pick her up today for a weekend away, was a politician. "God's udders, I'll be ready for the arse-eater!" Zen had yelled, and scuttled up to the house's battlements to set up the harpoon guns he'd replaced the decorative cannons with.
"He's just a local councilman," Annabel protested, as Zen extracted a tiny jungle frog from a steel flask and rubbed it vigorously over a harpoon's barb.
From
The Politics Of Cathcart Zen, by Warren Ellis, who lately complains that he killed off Spider Jerusalem too soon.
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Date: 2005-10-05 07:55 pm (UTC)On the other hand, it would be painfully lame to sully a series ending THAT wonderful.
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Date: 2005-10-05 07:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-05 08:31 pm (UTC)