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This is a book praising freedom. If you are released (by will or by grace) from one illusion and do not fly immediately into the long arms of another, where are you?
By Dale MatthewsSeptember 1976My academic career was in ruins. I had just been expelled from McDonald’s University having been caught in lewd acts with Ronald McDonald, that depraved clown.
By Karl GrossmanSeptember 1976It was a dismally beautiful afternoon. In fact, it was so beautiful that Samantha wondered if it would ever end. The trees were so green, the light green that only early spring can offer.
By Richard WilliamsJune 1976It is a large, very old, grey-green house with brown shutters, a long porch in front with a portion of it screened in. There is no lawn to speak of.
By Norm MoserMarch 1976Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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