She gave me a blank, frowning look. "What do you futz around with, huh? Hitting an innocent little white ball with a long stick? Soldering wires together and playing four-track-stereo? Slamming some dumb little car around corners, upshifting and downshifting? Are you a gun futz or a muscle futs?"
"I think I know where you're going with that"
"Where I'm going is that there's no list to tell you where you rate on some kind of scale of permanent values and find out how unimportant you are. But I can tell you what nobody ought to be doing."
"What's that?"
"Nobody ought to be sneering at anybody else way of life."»
John D. Macdonald, The Scarlet Ruse
I definitely like futzing around with postage stamps
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