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Let me stand on the rooftop of my reckoning and shout naught but the indisputable: I did not pan out.
Hovedpersonen ser en bok i en hylle som heter What The Aztecs Knew.
"What did the Aztecs know? How to carve a beating heart from a poor bastard's chest? Actually, [...] the Aztecs knew a good deal. They knew the earth, the stars, the vagaries of lake travel, the secret to spicy cuisine. They knew crowd control and how to exact tribute from client tribes. Obviously they knew show business. But most of all, I think, they knew [..] that they were fucked."