Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

The type of contract between players and producers is, I feel, antiquated in form and abstract in concept. We have no privacies which producers cannot invade, they trade us like cattle, boss us like children.

It’s my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

It was as unbelievable as the moon catching fire.

Written By Yann Martel

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