Review of 'The western lands' on 'Goodreads'
4 stars
Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages . . .
"There is something exhilarating about the concept of a pilgrimage, stirring dull roots with spring rain, sudden smell of the sea, vast empty lands, at once festive and purposeful, and any such occasion will attract a cruising school of swindlers, steerers, fixers, guides and outright killers for profit.
The Thuggees, the Deceivers, are in business again, bound together in the brotherhood of murder, waiting for the moment when the glad cry goes up:
"Beeeetho!" (Outsider)
Whereupon travelers who have passed themselves off as Accountant, Hippy, Survivalist, Farmer, Artist, Academic, Hard Hat, Pop Group, CIA, KGB, as one man cast off their roles and strangle the Beethos.
How can one protect his caravan against the Deceivers? Of course you can give them a flutter on …
Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages . . .
"There is something exhilarating about the concept of a pilgrimage, stirring dull roots with spring rain, sudden smell of the sea, vast empty lands, at once festive and purposeful, and any such occasion will attract a cruising school of swindlers, steerers, fixers, guides and outright killers for profit.
The Thuggees, the Deceivers, are in business again, bound together in the brotherhood of murder, waiting for the moment when the glad cry goes up:
"Beeeetho!" (Outsider)
Whereupon travelers who have passed themselves off as Accountant, Hippy, Survivalist, Farmer, Artist, Academic, Hard Hat, Pop Group, CIA, KGB, as one man cast off their roles and strangle the Beethos.
How can one protect his caravan against the Deceivers? Of course you can give them a flutter on the E-Meter, but you don't need that. Self-evident spiritual truth cannot be faked, any more than you can fake a poem, a painting or a good meal, and the lack of truth in fraud is immediately apparent to the eye that can see truth. So why do so many receive the venerable lies of the con man, clearly out to get their money by trickery or violence? Answer is, the mark fears the con man, fears his stronger will, his glittering eye. He listens like a three-year-old child."
The Swindler has his will.
I fear thee, Ancient Swindler.
I fear thy skinny hand.
Fear not, fear not, convention guest
This body dropped not down
"The Rule of the Duel is considered to be an indispensable safety valve to abort mass riots and political revolutions. The intention is to keep the wars small, and individual. . . . Man to man; creature to creature. So anyone who feels disgusted can head for the nearest Duelin' Honky-Tonk and work it off one way or another. So folks stop bottling it up inside and the heart attack rate drops and drops, and by Pasteur and Lister and Doc Halsted! the cancer rate is dropping too."
Breathe in your death.
Death you're in. Breathe.
You're in. Breathe death.
In breath. You are death.
"The more familiar something becomes, the less it will incite fear and hostility. When "gay" becomes a household word and one mama leans over the fence and confides to another: "My son is gay," the closer we are to a whole parade of parents of gays carrying banners:
MY SON IS GAY
AND THAT'S OKAY.
I'M PROUD OF MY GAY SON.
But, and it's a big But, a certain percentage of individuals, varying with environment and context, act in the opposite direction: the more gays come out into the open, the more hysterical and frenzied and often violent they become. These are the demon-occupied hosts. By their brutes you shall know them.
Sticker on his heap: KILL A QUEER FOR CHRIST."
"But safety is the most dangerous of all conditions."
