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A German Philosopher Once Wrote That He Who Fights Monsters Must Take Care That He Doesn't Become One Himself.

Statues Lined The Stairs And Stood, Dotted Across The Roof. But They Had Been Brutalized By Time And The Weather. Some Were Missing Arms. Many Had No Faces. Once They Had Been Saints And Angels. Two Hundred Years Standing In London Had Turned Them Into Cripples.

He Looked From The Phone To The Unconscious Figure Of The Salesman. "what Did You Do To Him?" He Asked. "he Got The Wrong Number," Alex Said.

Once You Get Into The World Of Dystopia, It's Hard To Avoid Plagiarism, Because Other People Have Had Such Powerful Visions.

You Cannot Defeat Your Enemies Until You Know Who They Are.