I ran into a bookshop owner like that in Dennison once. I handed him my purchase and payment to check out and as he slowly figured out the total by hand (and strangely gave me a significant discount on each book), he went on a tirade and hit all the high points--race, class, politics, religion, WWII, health care, you name it. His ideas were passionately held and were very crazy. I was there at a conference and it felt like an eternity from the time he started until he could hand me back my card so I could go. I just kept hoping the other conference-goers who were wandering around in earshot didn't think I agreed with the man.
Doesn't it kinda seem fitting to get that level of crazy from a guy named Murle, though?
