At the end, I put the book down on my lap, put my hands up to the sides of my head, fingertips pressed gently into my hair, then pulled my hands away while making the sound of an explosion quietly with my lips.

This book smells like napalm. It sounds like air being slowly released from a balloon. It tastes like ashes of the American dream. Deadly Don: Ha! The system is invisible, which makes it all the more impressive, all the more disquieting to deal with. I was new to this criminal life and didn't realize the first place they look for you after committing a crime is at your house. Yep, I was nabbed. The adults were really excited about something. I gave them my best innocent look.Pero nos encontramos más a gusto protegidos por el ensordecedor ruido de fondo que nos impide oír lo que no queremos escuchar. Esa marea de productos y de información que ahoga nuestros sentidos no es sino una espesa cortina tras la que ocultar la angustia que nos produce nuestra mortalidad, siempre al acecho. Aunque quizá la propia muerte es ruido de fondo absoluto, un estado de eterna indefinición. En todo caso, ¿significa eso que el miedo a morir está justificado o que, por el contrario, no hay nada que temer? Starkey recognized, too, a truth that has always lain at the center of Miller’s own approach to theater and the public world it shadows: Il che la dice lunga su questo incubo a occhi chiusi e aperti che accompagna i giorni e gli anni di alcuni esseri umani (tutti? È parte della condizione umana? Dissento). Deadly Don (reaching closer to the expiring man’s face, looking into his dullard eyes): Uniform, white. If you need help in deciding, read White Noise. It is about death, the fear of dying, the meaningless white noise in our lives. And Hitler.

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It is nice to live in the land of plenty – food is merchandise, technology is merchandise, health is merchandise, education is merchandise, culture is merchandise… And everything is mass-produced and second-rate… And you can’t consume it all. The dialogue is too cute, and at times, wretched. For instance, Murray - who I wish death upon - says crap like: "Your wife has important hair." Blech.