by Marie Lanza
What a piece of work is man…..
Here, he'd helped save a planeload of idiots from an ignoble death, and they thanked him by beating the hell out of each other.
How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties…… In form and moving, how express and admirable…..
Yeah, okay, the pilots seemed okay, but he'd bet money that if they ever met again, he'd be dismissed with a fake-polite handshake and a 'maybe see you around'. Hell, they didn't even bother to know his goddam name!
In action, how like an angel….. In apprehension, how like a God! The paragon of animals!
He thought of cute little Katie, all smiles and sweetness one minute, and a jungle cat with a burr up her butt the next. Just like Becks. He fished another bottle out of his pocket and snapped it open.
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me….. No, nor woman neither….
With a raising of the bottle in silent toast to the creatures he'd spent a lifetime coming to loathe, he put the bottle to his lips and tossed it back with a shudder
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