“And then a big tough marine came out of the crowd, huge muscles like you’ve never seen and well probably won’t be seen again, and he broke into tears and he said, ‘I eat children for breakfast—immigrant children, of course—and even I cannot descend this ramp alone; let’s do it together’ and then I guided him down the steep, slippery ramp; and at the bottom he offered to commit seppuku, but I said, ‘no, we need immigrant-eating men like you!’”