Michael Malone - Weebly

"They're all alike, think alike, talk alike. Everybody
in the government is working for the Godfather, and the
Godfather in this country is organized money. One day
we'll find out how those secret services are behind
everything, and the everything they're secretly servicing
is organized money. Good old oil and steel. Where's
that waitress? Have another one with me, Winslow.
Why, Texas and sheikhs bestride this narrow world like
Colossuses while all us petty men walk under their huge
derricks"—Hayes waved his glass at the bartender
—"and get pissed all over. Yes, sir, Neiman-Marcus
will be selling plaid mink coats in Cairo, and your old
alma mater will be shipped, ivy and all, to an Arabian
desert, you just wait and see."
Abernathy thought that Hayes ought to cut back on
his drinking; maybe he kept a bottle in the office—
surely he couldn't have gotten this drunk in the short
time they'd sat here. "You're getting paranoid," he said.
"That's what they all say. I just see significance,
that's all. I see the signs. It all signifies something. You
call it paranoia; the old Church Fathers called it the
Grand Design."