What Jake fails to do while his consciousness is zipping between breathing poisonous gasses and dangling by the queue never surprises me as much as Quaritch's architypal bad-guy semi-speech about "How does it feel, Jake?" That he doesn't immediately answer himself with, "You know, I don't care how you feel. Die, kiddo," feels a little movie-ish to me. And this is coming from a person who loves dialog.
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Lu fìtxan ftue fwa nitrama tute lu, slä lu fìtxan ngäzìk fwa ftuea tute lu.
It is so simple to be happy, but so difficult to be simple. ~ Guruji
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