"These times?" He advances on them, his bottle held dramatically aloft. "What do you think, everything used to be apple-pie 'n' ice cream?"
The citizens look up in surprised indignation; it is regarded as something of a breach in local protocol to interrupt these sessions."
"That bomb talk? All Horseshit." He rears over their table, unsteady in a cloud of blue smoke. "That depression talk and that other business, that strike business? More horseshit. For twenty years, thirty years, forty years, all th' way back to the Big War, sombody been sayin' oh me, the trouble is such, oh my the trouble is so; the trouble is the ray'dio, the trouble is the Republicans, the trouble is the Democrats, the trouble is the Commy-ists..." He spat on the floor with a pecking motion of his head. "All horseshit."
Sometimes a Great Notion, Ken Kesey
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