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James Kelman, “How late it was, how late”
Pardon me

People are so polite: they get knocked down by a motor car and they get up and fucking apologise; Pardon me; that’s what they say: Pardon me; then they give the bonnet of the motor a pat and a wee dight with their fucking jacket sleeve to take off the blood: Sorry mate I messed up yer paintwork. Ye could understand it but, trying to get by in the world: that was all ye were doing, trying no to upset cunts, no letting them upset you.
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