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Just as everyone has a [[silver bullet]], so too does everyone have, intended for them, a personalised, embroidered velvet cushion with a loaded revolver on it. Like a comet deep in the black space beyond the edge of your solar system it moves, imperceptibly but inevitably, closer to you. | Just as everyone has a [[silver bullet]], so too does everyone have, intended for them, a personalised, embroidered velvet cushion with a loaded revolver on it. It comes with a glass of scotch. Like a comet, deep in the black space beyond the edge of your solar system it moves, imperceptibly but inevitably, closer to you. | ||
For many this is a deep terror — it must be, seeing how many people doggedly remain employed in the financial services industry for many years longer than common sense would allow<ref>And yes, the [[Jolly Contrarian]] squarely falls into that category.</ref> — but even the most fearful there is a tinge of relief, release, and ''hope'': that there might be a better place, a better way, or even just that this | For many this is a deep terror — it must be, seeing how many people doggedly remain employed in the financial services industry for many years longer than common sense would allow<ref>And yes, the [[Jolly Contrarian]] squarely falls into that category.</ref> — but even the most fearful there is a tinge of relief, release, and ''hope'': that there might be a better place, a better way, or even just that this | ||
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So hush, little baby, don’t you cry —
You know your daddy’s bound to die
And all my trials, Lord,
Will soon be over.
- —Mickey Newbury, An American Trilogy
Just as everyone has a silver bullet, so too does everyone have, intended for them, a personalised, embroidered velvet cushion with a loaded revolver on it. It comes with a glass of scotch. Like a comet, deep in the black space beyond the edge of your solar system it moves, imperceptibly but inevitably, closer to you.
For many this is a deep terror — it must be, seeing how many people doggedly remain employed in the financial services industry for many years longer than common sense would allow[1] — but even the most fearful there is a tinge of relief, release, and hope: that there might be a better place, a better way, or even just that this
The worst case is when your silver bullet is the one who brings you the cushion.
Even so, go quietly.
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- ↑ And yes, the Jolly Contrarian squarely falls into that category.