Explore "The Trouble With Truth" by Julian F. Grow on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Driving down to Nork the next morning, I dropped off the feeder tramway onto the fast belt south. Hanging from the feeder hook, waiting for an open space in the line of cars, it occurred to me a lot of people were on the road, both Nork-bound and northbound to Montral.
"Crimmus shopping," I said aloud, remembering, and swore mildly at the slip. While the day -- tomorrow, it was -- still meant something to some, it's not the kind of rational deformity you generally talk about.