The Sirens of Titan

The motto under the coat of arms that Constant had designed for himself said simply, The Messenger Awaits. ... A bald man made an attempt on Constant's life with a hot dog, stabbed at the window glass with it, splayed the bun, broke the frankfurter — left a sickly sunburst of mustard and relish. ... "You owned fifty-three per cent … ................
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