“What the hell was an acquisitions consultant? An arms dealer? A white slave trader?”
“Nah. I’m a consultant, of course. Everyone’s favorite nondescript yet well-paid white-collar job.”
“Our whole American way of life is a great war of ideas, and librariansare the arms dealers selling weapons to both sides”
“I’d love to try to sell a blank white canvas to an art dealer. And when he asks what it is, I’d tell him, “It’s a landscape painting of Key West, from the perspective of an optimistic blind man.”
“Holy shit. What does that mean? Does he white-slave small children to some God-forsaken part of the planet?”
“Run along now while I show off my new acquisition. No one below has feathers. I’ll be the envy of hell.”