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heart to heart and hand in hand.
Oh dear. I was walking across the mall today on the way to the bus stop, reading my shiny new withdrawn library copy of Going Postal, when a fairly inoffensive looking man in a wool coat smiled at me and said, "Socialism! Have you given any thought to socialist theories?" and I grinned back gleefully and said "Socialism! Yep, that's it exactly!" and waved happily at him as I continued by.
It wasn't until I was halfway up the hill that I realized that a.) the book was positioned in such a way that he could not possibly have seen the title; b.) even if he had, and he'd read it, not everyone thinks Yay! Socialism! the second they see a novel about how a hardened criminal finds love and personal fulfillment by revitalizing a defunct government service, and succeds in nationalizing a decadent, corrupt capitalist monopoly with the help of the anger of the honest working-man and the benevolent support of a strong central government*; and c) he was holding a clipboard and a stack of pamphlets.
Well, goldarn it. I would totally have been up for a half-hour or so of standing in the cold talking socialism, too. No wonder I never get invites to any of the real bohemian gatherings. :(
*He even rescued the cat!
It wasn't until I was halfway up the hill that I realized that a.) the book was positioned in such a way that he could not possibly have seen the title; b.) even if he had, and he'd read it, not everyone thinks Yay! Socialism! the second they see a novel about how a hardened criminal finds love and personal fulfillment by revitalizing a defunct government service, and succeds in nationalizing a decadent, corrupt capitalist monopoly with the help of the anger of the honest working-man and the benevolent support of a strong central government*; and c) he was holding a clipboard and a stack of pamphlets.
Well, goldarn it. I would totally have been up for a half-hour or so of standing in the cold talking socialism, too. No wonder I never get invites to any of the real bohemian gatherings. :(
*He even rescued the cat!