"The Secrets of the Universe" (1989) (essay reprinted in The Secret of the Universe (1992), p. 168)
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“But policing, crime prevention and detection, is a Red Queen’s race: You have to run as fast as you possibly can just to stand still. You can collar criminals until the cows come home, and there’ll still be a never-ending supply of greedy fuckwits and chancers. It’s like there’s a law of nature: Not only is the job never done, the job can never be done.”
Source: Rule 34 (2011), Chapter 20, “Liz: Bereavement Counselling” (p. 229)
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Context: Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.
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