It doesn’t matter what the ride is, as long as there are orderly queues with pretty ropes to herd you along. The ride could be a meat grinder for babies but as long as there are orderly queues with pretty ropes to wait in, people won’t panic.   

 

Surely — they’ll say to themselves, rubbing their hands over the braided velvet and velour—  surely there’s someone in charge here?

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