He had two choices. He could pretend that everything that had happened since the day of Lynch's murder had been a bad dream, forget it all, and set about rebuilding his life and his career like a sane, rational person. Or he could take a hand once again, play it out to its conclusion. It was no choice at all, really. He felt like a moth that had just sighted the Great Chicago Fire. --George R R Martin, "The Armageddon Rag" |
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