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...make from thorough!" And "What is Naitsabes spelled backward?" A Queeg in mufti, he compulsively fingers a rubber ball as he orders his overworked underlings to "switch your gorgeous minds to overdrive." From time to time, Sebastian mutters antiheroic cliches to himself, like "I'm a septic tank for the world's ugly secrets...
...tanks and planes sit there, and you go boom-boom--like practice. The air war is very clean, you know. There are no bodies. Sometimes you see soldiers running, no more. In Syria it was more difficult--lots of anti-air-craft." In Syria it was also less anti-septic, for Nadav at least. Returning from runs, he flew through the smoke spiraling off of Ayeleth's burning fields and storage bins. "I thought the whole kibbutz was burning," recalls Nadav. "It made me very mad. Then I wanted to kill them...
...cleaning agents. They wash shirts gleaming white and they make dishes shine, but the bacteria that swarm in soil and sewage do not eat them with the same appetite they have for old-fashioned soap. Rejected by the bugs, the detergents sweep through sewage plants and seep out of septic tanks into the ground water. They are not poisonous, but who likes creamy froth on his drinking or swimming water? Humans have no more taste for the stuff than the bugs...
Four years ago, Grant and his psychiatrist tried using LSD (lysergic acid diethylamide, a powerful drug with effects similar to mescaline) to help uproot Cary's deepest psychological problems. Often called instant analysis, LSD cleans out the subconscious like lye in a septic tank. Impressed with his own progress under its influence, Grant delivered a confessional lecture at U.C.L.A.: "I was a self-centered boor," he told an audience of fascinated students. "I was masochistic and only thought I was happy. When I woke up and said, 'There must be something wrong with me,' I grew...
...sock, nourishes it on ground-up cockroaches. Relatives of other prisoners start sending them canaries. Soon the entire isolation block is trilling, and convicts who get bored with their pets give them to Stroud to keep. With painstaking perfectionism, he fashions cages out of packing crates. A septic fever epidemic decimates his aviary. He pores over biology books, concocts trial-and-error medicines until he discovers a cure. With the help of a bird-loving widow (Betty Field), he markets the medicines...