Running the Book of Last Pages
The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
A little reflection
He didn't think about the creche much, but it wasn't that he'd had a bad time there. It was a lot like the army. Not great but mostly okay; and anyway you better get used to it because that was what life was going to be until you died.
David Drake,
Redliners
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