California prohibits smoking in buildings open to the public. You get used to it if you live here.
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Some of us wear our disguises well. Sometimes they’re so well done that when we’ve constructed them, we realize that we’ve become the disguise. Perhaps that is the ultimate disguise – when you live the cover story.
In simple terms (a metaphor, sure, but not far from the point):
Believe those who are seeking the truth and doubt those who find it.
“Comrades!”, Squealer, the pig, cried. “You do not imagine, I hope, that we pigs are doing this in a privilege of selfishness and privilege. Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislike them myself. Our sole object in taking these things is to preserve our health…We pigs are brainworkers. The whole management and organization of the farm depend on us. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for your sake that we drink the milk and eat those apples! Do you know what would happen if we failed in our duty? George Bush would come back. Yes, Bush would come back. Surely comrades, ” cried Squealer almost pleadingly, skipping from side to side and whisking his tail, “surely there is no one among you who wants to see Bush come back.”