"You, pigs, you. You rut pigs, is all. You got the most in you, and you use the least. You hear me, you? Got a million in you and spend pennies. Got a genius in you and think crazies. Got a heart in you and feel empties. All a you. Every you..."
He was jeered. He continued with the hysterical passion of the possessed.
"Take a war to make you spend. Take a jam to make you think. Take a challenge to make you great. Rest of time you sit around lazy, you. Pigs, you! All right, God damn you! I challenge you, me. Die or live and be great. Blow yourselves to Christ gone or come and find me, Gully Foyle, and I make you men. I make you great. I give you the stars."
Alfred Bester, The Stars My Destination (1956)
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