I don’t like it when a book gives me a reading assignment. Winger is not a short book and in part two I encountered this footnote:
Okay. If you haven’t read A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, you should. Because it is fucking hilarious, and there’s no way you’d understand “Hello, Central” unless you read the book.
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