“ But it is true that I have always watched where I put my feet…and never fought when I could duck out… and when I did have to fight, . . I always fought dirty. If I had to fight, I wanted him to be dead instead of me. So I tried to arrange it that way Not luck. Or not much, anyway.”
The remembrances of Lazarus Long, the Senior.
From Robert A. Heinlien novel, “Time Enough for Love”
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