You know, I am strongly reminded of a short written by Harlan Ellison. It was a part of a lovely coffee table book entitled Mind Fields: The Art of Jacek Yerka; The Writing of Harlan Ellson. (In essence, Ellison writes what he sees in Yerka's work. It's fucking awesome.)
One piece is entitled Britain, in which Ellison writes about how finally, at long last, all the terrible, horrible, and just plain unpopular wars had finally ended. And that with all that out of the way, Britain could finally get back to cheerfully doing what it had been trying to do for centuries past: chewing off it's own leg.
One piece is entitled Britain, in which Ellison writes about how finally, at long last, all the terrible, horrible, and just plain unpopular wars had finally ended. And that with all that out of the way, Britain could finally get back to cheerfully doing what it had been trying to do for centuries past: chewing off it's own leg.