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  Mister William Quincy had had to have words with the autonomous zoners.  

  “One has to work hard for money and success,” said Mister William Quincy.  “Why it is good to conserve: it's a simple principle.  That's why I vote centre-right.  It's more responsible.  The same is true for a socialist government, in the binary sense.  If we are to create wealth for welfare then the government has to promote excessive consumption.  How does one feel after excessive consumption?  Sick, yet wanting more.  Richie Hawtin, minimal techno DJ, uses a sample in one of his tunes,” Quincy went on.  “It goes something along the lines of I hope you suffer, so that the thirst to consume lessens.”  

  Increpitus vulgi.  The curse of the common people.  Fags-and-booze, the working class way.  Hand-to-mouth existence.  Palliatives for the last ten years of the socialist government war.  

  “We had to,”  

  “I was there too,”  

  “Are you a drug addict, or what, you?”  

  °They let us run amok – amok all over make-up – they let us run amok at home, and have whatever we wanted so long as we didn't protest.  We were a temporary autonomous zone, an underground clique with subterranean stereo high-fidelity chic.°  

  “The only good system is a sound system.”  

  “Yeah, but there's no Vordhosbn.”  

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