the magical balloon ride of mister brooks
Well, it's an evil cruel world and let's face it someone is always getting exploited somewhere--so who gives a shit? You can have *wonderful* and *meaningful* life--in fact, suffering = meaning and is much, much better than happiness. Okay? So let's not worry about that kid that picks coffee beans 20 hours a day and drops dead of exhaustion; let's worry about whether or not he has a copy of my books. Translated into his native language. Assuming he can probably read. Which he probably can't. So maybe worry about getting him an audiobook. (Note to self: Make sure my publisher is putting out some damn audiobooks in Spanish. Better get that in writing. What the hell was I talking about?