...us that one to keep us from passin out when we’d see the victims. Like how tell yourself fish don’t got feelin in their lips so you can keep hookin em into the pan without feelin too bad about it. Shoot. I figure that one’s a matter of balance. Fish get some hook in his lip, you get some blackened trout over your lip, the pain/pleasure ratio of the universe is still equal. Fact is, if you get that pleasure without some corresponding pain somewhere, space and time might very well deconfabulate itself completely. And if the thought of that gives you a little fright, cause it should, you just make sure to stab yourself in the face with your fork every time you sit down to eat. Restore the balance.
    So I’m startin to backtrack in my mind and thinkin about all the things I’ve seen lately that ain’t strictly...