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It could quite conceivably end up like John Fante's excellent "The Road to Los Angeles":
"There is no Afterlife," I said. "The celestial hypothesis is sheer propaganda formulated by the haves to delude the have-nots. I dispute the immortal soul. It is the persistent delusion of a hoodwinked mankind. I reject in no uncertain terms the hypothesis of God. Religion is the opium of the people. The churches should be converted to hospitals and public works. All we are or ever hope to be we owe to the devil and his bootleg apples. There are 78,000 contradictions in the bible. Is it God's word? No! I reject God! I denounce him with savage and relentless imprecations! I accept the universe godless. I am monist!"
"You're crazy," he said. "You're a maniac"
"You don't understand me," I smiled. "But that's all right. I anticipate misunderstanding; nay, I look forward to the worst persecutions along the way. It's quite all right."
He emptied his pipe and shook his finger under my nose. "The thing for you to do is stop reading all these damn books, stop stealing, make a man out of yourself, and go to work."
I smashed out my cigarette. "Books!" I said. "And what do *you* know about books! You! An ignoramus, a Boobus Americanus, a donkey, a clod-hopping poltroon with no more sense than a polecat!"
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If Goaty's Hank Chinaski then IB's Arturo Bandini. I don't mean this insultingly by the way, it's just the way you insult people with such... panache :-)
"There is no Afterlife," I said. "The celestial hypothesis is sheer propaganda formulated by the haves to delude the have-nots. I dispute the immortal soul. It is the persistent delusion of a hoodwinked mankind. I reject in no uncertain terms the hypothesis of God. Religion is the opium of the people. The churches should be converted to hospitals and public works. All we are or ever hope to be we owe to the devil and his bootleg apples. There are 78,000 contradictions in the bible. Is it God's word? No! I reject God! I denounce him with savage and relentless imprecations! I accept the universe godless. I am monist!"
"You're crazy," he said. "You're a maniac"
"You don't understand me," I smiled. "But that's all right. I anticipate misunderstanding; nay, I look forward to the worst persecutions along the way. It's quite all right."
He emptied his pipe and shook his finger under my nose. "The thing for you to do is stop reading all these damn books, stop stealing, make a man out of yourself, and go to work."
I smashed out my cigarette. "Books!" I said. "And what do *you* know about books! You! An ignoramus, a Boobus Americanus, a donkey, a clod-hopping poltroon with no more sense than a polecat!"
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If Goaty's Hank Chinaski then IB's Arturo Bandini. I don't mean this insultingly by the way, it's just the way you insult people with such... panache :-)
It could quite conceivably end up like John Fante's excellent "The Road to Los Angeles":
"There is no Afterlife," I said. "The celestial hypothesis is sheer propaganda formulated by the haves to delude the have-nots. I dispute the immortal soul. It is the persistent delusion of a hoodwinked mankind. I reject in no uncertain terms the hypothesis of God. Religion is the opium of the people. The churches should be converted to hospitals and public works. All we are or ever hope to be we owe to the devil and his bootleg apples. There are 78,000 contradictions in the bible. Is it God's word? No! I reject God! I denounce him with savage and relentless imprecations! I accept the universe godless. I am monist!"
"You're crazy," he said. "You're a maniac"
"You don't understand me," I smiled. "But that's all right. I anticipate misunderstanding; nay, I look forward to the worst persecutions along the way. It's quite all right."
He emptied his pipe and shook his finger under my nose. "The thing for you to do is stop reading all these damn books, stop stealing, make a man out of yourself, and go to work."
I smashed out my cigarette. "Books!" I said. "And what do *you* know about books! You! An ignoramus, a Boobus Americanus, a donkey, a clod-hopping poltroon with no more sense than a polecat!"
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If Goaty's Hank Chinaski then IB's Arturo Bandini. I don't mean this insultingly by the way, it's just the way you insult people with such... panache :-)
"There is no Afterlife," I said. "The celestial hypothesis is sheer propaganda formulated by the haves to delude the have-nots. I dispute the immortal soul. It is the persistent delusion of a hoodwinked mankind. I reject in no uncertain terms the hypothesis of God. Religion is the opium of the people. The churches should be converted to hospitals and public works. All we are or ever hope to be we owe to the devil and his bootleg apples. There are 78,000 contradictions in the bible. Is it God's word? No! I reject God! I denounce him with savage and relentless imprecations! I accept the universe godless. I am monist!"
"You're crazy," he said. "You're a maniac"
"You don't understand me," I smiled. "But that's all right. I anticipate misunderstanding; nay, I look forward to the worst persecutions along the way. It's quite all right."
He emptied his pipe and shook his finger under my nose. "The thing for you to do is stop reading all these damn books, stop stealing, make a man out of yourself, and go to work."
I smashed out my cigarette. "Books!" I said. "And what do *you* know about books! You! An ignoramus, a Boobus Americanus, a donkey, a clod-hopping poltroon with no more sense than a polecat!"
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If Goaty's Hank Chinaski then IB's Arturo Bandini. I don't mean this insultingly by the way, it's just the way you insult people with such... panache :-)
Chinaski?
Dude, I still say that's the biggest compliment I've recieved.
Ham on Rye rules.
"So I flipped the guy and he chased me, I pedalled and hid in the alleyway until he'd gone. I laughed and hitched my belt up, that guy wasn't going to get to show off in front of his woman that day. I decided to go to Baldy's and get drunk"
Superb.
Dude, I still say that's the biggest compliment I've recieved.
Ham on Rye rules.
"So I flipped the guy and he chased me, I pedalled and hid in the alleyway until he'd gone. I laughed and hitched my belt up, that guy wasn't going to get to show off in front of his woman that day. I decided to go to Baldy's and get drunk"
Superb.
I have written two books:
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Life is a gamble: Let's win it together
Death is inevitable: wanna bet?
Sponsored by Ladbrokes, the bookies who care.
quite possibly the best thread I've ever read.
bravo.
bravo.