Aw, who cares? It′s all going to hell anyway. You have your turn, eat, get drunk, screw; and fifty years from now none of it′ll matter a ratshit.

At sight of it there commenced a series of laryngeal spasms, with clutchings at his throat, far more violent than any I had heretofore seen.

Despite hardly having any energy to lift a pen, she left a legible note on the paper.

I should add that Gilliam also made that one joke during his aforementioned rants about #MeToo, saying he identifies as, a melanin-light male.