“ 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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