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Jennie Hopkins joins us on Vocals.
Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The detective must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor. He talks as the man of his age talks, that is, with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness.
"The Simple Art of Murder" (essay, first appeared in The Atlantic Monthly November 1945)
Not quite the quote I was after, and for man read person or band member, it's sort of Clash like in its last gang in
town mentality - can we still walk the walk? Yes we can... til we reach some stairs, then we need mechanical help
to get us to the top.
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