This is America.  People do whatever the fuck they feel like doing, you got a problem with that?  Because they have a fucking right to.  And because they have guns and no one can fucking stop them.  As a result, this country has one of the worst economies in the world.

Okay, this re-read (?) of Snow Crash is off to a good start

I love money. I like having it, and then spending it on RoboCop T-shirts.

She’d awakened from a dream with the absolute conviction that eating parsley at every meal would guarantee extreme longevity.

But the dreadful reality of these battle scenes is considerably sapped by Ray’s bizarre, presumably semi-delirious behavior, involving total nudity and his brother’s bulky manuscript duct-taped to his body like a suicide bomb.

I know I personally was a pretty decent liberal until I found out that Gould had blown smoke up my ass about IQ and anthropology in ‘The Mismeasure of Man’, and researching the topic myself started a chain reaction which ended with me having multiple books by Evola sitting next to ‘A New Kind of Science’ (excellent and apolitical book on modeling complex systems with cellular automata; a must read for everyone) on my bookshelf.

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(What really gets me about this one is seeing Evola and, of all people, Stephen Wolfram grouped together – and the famously arrogant Wolfram, who is full of shit about many things far beyond his expertise [e.g.], presented as some sort of contrast to Gould)

But quite seriously, I think that “the Catholic Kafka” is a contradiction in terms.

Hah! No, I was never a cyberpunk, though I came damned close.

During the course of the book, Ray uses words such as “hellmouth,” “pismire,” and “slumgullion,” all in entirely natural ways.

That little rhythmic hiccup at the end of the sentence, closed by the literally feminine ending of the adverb, which seems to stick out over the end of the sentence, is a favorite device of Rush’s when he wants to capture the hobbled but speedy pace of talk.

One of these was the conviction he woke up with one morning that music was the remnant of a medium that had been employed in the depths of the past as a means of communication between men and animals – I assume man arrow animal and not ducks playing flutes to get their point across to man.