I’ve been to a lot of huge public events in this country during the past five years, writing about sports or whatever, and one thing they all had in common was this weird implicit enmity that American males, in particular, seem to carry around with them much of the time. Call it a laughable generalization, fine, but if you spend enough late afternoons in stadium concourses, you feel it, something darker than machismo. Something a little wounded, and a little sneering, and just plain ready for bad things to happen. (Location 232)
The Miz has been at it for years. I was like, “Mike”—that’s his real name—“doesn’t this lifestyle wear you down?” He goes, “Yeah, but I take care of myself. First thing, dude: I don’t mix my drinks. If I’m drinking vodka, I keep with vodka. Shots make that hard, though. Somebody hands you a shot, it’s hard to be like, ‘Can I have something else?’ But for the most part …” “But what about your soul?” I said. “Does it take a toll on your soul?” He looked down at his drink. Psych! I didn’t ask him that. (Location 1268)
Note: the miz - the early days
These were the parents, then, of the Levellers, Diggers, and Quakers (the people you read about in Christopher Hill’s 1972 classic, The World Turned Upside Down). (Location 2087)
