Category: Born Out of Due Time


Born Out of Due Time, by Ched P. Rayson, I: The Think Tank Murders, Chapter Thirteen

Listen, Smith.  Cut the crap.  I heard some things.  You bin talkin to Mario and crazy Cheech, ’n so?  They’re nothin but trouble.  For Mr. Wright’s sake and the folks over at Veritas, I’m gonna pretend you weren’t assin aroun with me.  They’re doing important work there, it could put this town on the map. We don’t need a smart-mouthed stranger comin in to mess things up.  Capish?


Born Out of Due Time, by Ched P. Rayson, Chapter Ten

‘You would be amazed at how seriously some successful people take themselves, especially on subjects they have never taken the trouble to study.  A prominent surgeon or a wealthy industrialist will read a magazine article or see a television program on ancient Greece or the American Revolution and take the notion that not only do they actually know something, but they think the ideas they are parroting are really their own.”


Born Out of Due Time, by Ched P. Rayson, Chapter Nine

“This is a tough town.  As tough maybe as Catania.  You know, some of the boys here, their families come from Catania.  They know their way around.  So do I.  I’m not connected, if that’s what you’re thinkin, but I get to hear things.  Some of the guys—never mind who—are interested in that place you and the blond signorina are workin at.  When they’re innerested in somethin, it could be trouble.”


Born Out of Due Time, a Fantasy by Ched Rayson, Chapter Five (Complete)

He and the chairman naturally like to think of themselves as lovers of the ‘permanent things.’  They may have read T.S. Eliot once upon a time, but way down deep—if there is anything deep in any of them—they are just conservatives.”

“Meaning?  I’m not up on mass movements.”

“Meaning they think that the people who make the most money constitute an elite class that deserves to be entrusted with power, that high taxes, regulation, and government spending are the cause of all our problems.  Literature and philosophy are fine in their place, and most of these people contribute to private schools and symphony orchestras, but, ‘when it comes to brass tacks,’ their only facts are calculated in dollars.  What they like to call ‘culture’ is like high fashion or etiquette.  It makes the ugly reality of their world a prettier place.”