„Robbins is about fifty, with the face of a Cockney informer, the archetypal “Copper´s Nark.“ He has a knack of pitching his whiny voice directly into your consciousness. No external noise drowns him out. Robbins looks like some unsuccessful species of Homo non sapiens, blackmailing the human race with his existence.
“Remember me? I´m the boy you left back there with the lemurs and the baboons. I´m not equipped for survival like some people.““(Úr Interzone eftir William S. Burroughs, blaðsíðu 51.)
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