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358 pages, Paperback
First published October 20, 2015
Anger: the signal waveform of the slum deeps, disordered and disordering. Its corrupting vibrations excite your hacklesenses. You're a creature of anger now--an anger borne of injustice and generations old. There's no why or wherefore, no personality to plumb. The profounds of civilization stand for nothing. You've been created anew and more hotblooded: a flicker-fusion of man and animal and god. . . Those insulated rich would know the judgment due. Assured in their superior means, in their thoughts and Sunday virtues, they regard their luxuries as marks of steady character, not luck, no, never birth nor circumstance. Those are excuses for the poorer sort. Ah, to consider their haughty delusions gives you an ache in the back of your throat.