My cousin is a bartender in NYC and just had a few drinks with this guy yesterday. He said he treated the Man like a rescued POW. I would have done the same.
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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good— happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."
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