Last weekend. It was on a Friday afternoon and the shipping clerk asked if I would like to come home with him and have a nice home cooked meal with hi... and his wife. He was an average white guy probably in his 50s, overweight with a big belly and I knew what he probably had in mind but I had been on the road for a couple of weeks and a home cooked meal sounded great and the other possibilities didn't sound bad either. On the way to his house we made small talk and I asked him how long him and. The university ones, who had nothing to lose because they had already passed the barrier. They already had their position in either world and could use those still attempting to climb up from the ghettos with impunity and disregard. They were expendable and exploitable because they worshipped their educated leaders, and if a man could boast of this, they asked nothing more from him. They're like lambs being led to slaughter, Susan thought, as she studied the man with the horn-rimmed glasses. All right for the fartlek, though.Argh! The fartlek hurt! So did the 10-mile run. Both were more painful than the 10K. Go for it, you lazy, no-account slug. Step out. You can keep goin'. I edged up to another runner who glanced at me as if I'd come out of nowhere.Well, you're right, fella. I have come out of nowhere. This is my first official 10K, and I'm a gonna beat ya, run ya into the ground; that's what I'm a gonna do. Ya hear me!I saw a crowd in front of me, a blurry bunch. My eyes weren't. But still, I should have known I had a choice. I should have read that damn pamphlet sooner. I still didn't know if it had been a dill pickle or a sweet pickle. All I knew was that it had been, shall we say, fulfilling? I wonder -- if it was dill, did it make my -- uh -- pucker -- pucker even more? It didn't feel like it.But getting back to the pamphlet, what about Worthington? Had he ever read it himself? I mean, supposedly he had been trained for his position as NiS coordinator by this.