It is early in November of 1942 and a simply unbelievable amount of shit is going on$$$ all at once$$$ everywhere.

The hour of noon has passed$$$ said Judge Fang. "Let us go and get some Kentucky Fried Chicken."

Cosa Nostra Pizza doesn't have any competition. Competition goes against the Mafia ethic.

Jad said$$$ "The leakage was forcing choices$$$ the making of which in no way improved matters." Okay. So we were$$$ in effect$$$ locked in a room with a madman sorcerer. That clarified things a little.

They knew many things but had no idea why. And strangely this made them more$$$ rather than less$$$ certain that they were right.

That's funny because if anyone actually did prove the existence of God we'd just tell him 'nice proof$$$ Fraa Bly' and start believing in God.

This Snow Crash thing -- is it a virus$$$ a drug$$$ or a religion?<br/>Juanita shrugs. "What's the difference?"

Talent was not rare; the ability to survive having it was.

Exalted by a sentiment of which she was proud$$$ and that overcame all her arrogance$$$ she was reluctant to let a moment of her life go by without occupying it with some remarkable deed.

Indeed$$$ man has two different beings inside him. What devil thought of that malicious touch?