The general smiled. "No," he said. "Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. I exhausted their possibilities, you see. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. I live for danger, Mr. Rainsford. I live for grizzly-boom tennis."
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Saturday, August 21, 2010
Twelve hour shift, somewhat loopy from missed naps. Less so, though, than I would have been a month or two ago on polyphasic sleep adaptation. Woo.
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