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Show Acting Alone Page 156 trained steadfastly to deny that any culture would ever think of using hot heavy spices for any purpose other than to titillate their hedonistic palates. No culture had ever developed a taste for hot heavy spices in order to cover the taste of their meat which had rotted because they were too backward or lazy or stupid to preserve it in some way - meat like this greying nunnery rabbit with its howling hint of corruption. Mustn't pass ethnocentric value judgements on peoples with ways different from our own. Must learn to mimic the intellectual affectations of our elders in the anthro department, even if they fly in the face of everything that common sense tells us. Axelrad was actually using a rock to pound this foul rodent into edibility. See? Give our little Jewboy-buddy-from-wayback a moment more or less alone, in near quietness, indoors, with something besides strenuous physical labor to attend to, and he immediately begins to revert, to slough off the Inner Strength dialectics of Mr. Cicerone, to reassume his mantle of dour academic urbanity. Axelrad the supercilious turncoat. He should do penance; he should sign up for more hunting/gathering missions, or more kitchen duty, or more commando training, or more bicycle generator detail, or more group quietude time, or - He was almost trampled by the kitchen staff. They scrambled for the exit flap. He dropped dinner and ran, too. Intruder Alert was sounding. |