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“What is the secret of life?� I asked. “I forget,� said Sandra. “Protein,� the bartender declared. “They found out something about protein.� “Yeah,� said Sandra, “that’s it.�
“Christ, back in Chicago, we don’t make bicycles any more. It’s all human relations now. The eggheads sit around trying to figure out new ways for everybody to be happy. Nobody can get fired, no matter what; and if somebody does accidentally make a bicycle, the union accuses us of cruel and inhuman practices and the government confiscates the bicycle for back taxes and gives it to a blind man in Afghanistan.�
‘Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.�
