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“Tonio and his dog sat in the kennel training yard as he explained that the day had come. An airplane would take him through several stops back to the United States, probably never to return. Tonio knew his dog would never go home again. There would be no C-130, nor even a raft. One way or another he would be killed and placed in a shallow, sandy grave in the K-9 cemetery in front of the K-9 Unit. And Tonio would dream the rest of his life of ways to return, exhume the dog’s remains, and bring them for burial in Germany. Dreams usually fade. True love never dies.”

“Tonio and his dog sat in the kennel training yard as he explained that the day had come. An airplane would take him through several stops back to the United States, probably never to return. Tonio knew his dog would never go home again. There would be no C-130, nor even a raft. One way or another he would be killed and placed in a shallow, sandy grave in the K-9 cemetery in front of the K-9 Unit. And Tonio would dream the rest of his life of ways to return, exhume the dog’s remains, and bring them for burial in Germany. Dreams usually fade. True love never dies.” Untold Stories of Tonio”

“Tonio had disappeared again into the kitchen—I heard him banging around some dishes. He had this habit of making a huge dish once or twice a week, then freezing it and eating the same thing for every meal until it was gone. Except for breakfasts, which were usually composed of a cappuccino and heaping spoonfuls of Nutella on saltine crackers. As someone who had a lot of feelings about food, I found it a fairly scandalizing arrangement, but I figured it would be just as upsetting if witnessed by the average person.”

“Tonko introduced the Betting on Our Future Act, which proposes a ban on sports betting ads on television, radio, and the internet. The bill is intentionally modeled on the 1969 legislation that prohibited most cigarette advertising. It comes in response to what Tonko called “a public health crisis” created by “predatory promotions.” By offering generous bonuses and so-called “risk free” or “no sweat” bets, Tonko alleged, the industry is seeking to “hook and retain a new generation.” “Instead of Joe Camel, now we’ve replaced that with celebrity spokespeople.”

“Tono Phul used to entertain his guests by having the Filipino break two by fours in half with his karate chops. I saw him break a desk apart that way. Once, Tono Phul put him in a cage with an orangutan. The Filipino broke the ape’s neck and then kicked it to death. He was the worst thing that ever came down the pike, and when Tono Phul had him tie me to a pool table and work me over, I was sure my time had come.”

“Tony [Campolo] and I might disagree on the details, but I think we are both trying to find an alternative to both traditional Universalism and the narrow, exclusivist understanding of hell [that unless you explicitly accept and follow Jesus, you are excluded from eternal life with God and destined for hell].”

“TONY, AKU MENEMUKANMU DI TEMPAT YANG TIDAK BOLEH ADA MANUSIA” (Lynchian Reconstruction) Tony muncul pertama kali bukan di layar, melainkan di celah gelap antara dua adegan yang seharusnya tidak bersambung. Sebuah potongan film yang menganga, sebagai luka seluloid. Kita tidak melihatnya masuk. Ia sudah ada di sana, seperti wajah yang muncul dalam mimpi, setengah ingatan, setengah sengatan listrik. Ruang itu tidak punya nama. Lampu-lampunya berkedip seperti mata yang malas percaya pada kenyataan, dan karpet merahnya terasa basah seperti onggokan daging segar. Tony tidak bergerak. Atau mungkin ia bergerak, tapi gerakannya terjadi di tepi pupil matamu, di tempat di mana logika mengering dan kehilangan taring. Dia mengenakan setelan gelap yang terlalu rapi, terlalu bersih untuk dunia yang tidak stabil ini. Kancing paling atasnya merefleksikan cahaya yang tidak berasal dari cahaya lampu “Ini bukan adegan,” katanya, tanpa benar-benar menggerakkan bibir. “Ini adalah seseorang yang sedang bermimpi menjadi adegan.” Aku mencoba berbicara, tapi suaraku keluar seperti rekaman rusak— patah, melengking, kembali lagi dari arah lain. Tony tersenyum kecil: senyum yang tidak ingin kau tanya asalnya. Senyum yang seperti berkata: "Kau tidak seharusnya berada di sini." Dari belakang tirai biru— tirai yang tidak pernah berhenti bergoyang meski tidak ada angin— muncul suara yang sangat lembut: seperti seseorang sedang memotong kertas foto dengan gunting yang terlalu tumpul. Tony melirik ke arah tirai itu dengan tatapan yang mengandung dua hal: pengakuan dan ketakutan. Sekiranya tirai itu mengenalnya lebih baik daripada dirinya sendiri. “Dulu, aku sudah pernah memainkan peran itu,” katanya pelan. “Tapi dunia tidak mengembalikanku ke tempat seharusnya.” Ketika ia melangkah maju, lorongnya ikut bergerak, seolah-olah ruang itu sedang mencoba mengatur ulang dirinya agar Tony tidak kehilangan pusat gravitasi. Sebuah telepon berdering. Tidak ada telepon. Tidak ada meja. Tidak ada sumber bunyi. Hanya dering itu— jernih, bersih, dingin. Tony berhenti. Kita semua berhenti. Bahkan udara berhenti. “Jangan angkat,” katanya. Suaranya kali ini terdengar seperti gema dari bawah sumur. Aku bertanya kenapa. Ia menatapku dengan mata yang terlihat normal hingga kau sadari korneanya tidak pernah berubah ukuran. Seperti kamera yang terjebak pada satu exposure selamanya. “Karena kalau kau angkat,” katanya, “kau akan mendengar seseorang menjelaskan kenapa kau tidak pernah ada.” Ia kembali ke dalam bayangan lorong yang tiba-tiba memanjang, memutar, dan membuka diri seperti rahang orca yang kelaparan. Untuk sesaat aku melihatnya— hanya sesaat— menjadi dua orang sekaligus: Tony sang aktor, dan sesuatu yang mengenakan wajahnya dengan terlalu sempurna. Lalu lorongnya menutup. Seakan itu semua hanyalah cara dunia menghapus bukti bahwa dulu ia pernah ada. November 2025”

“Tony Awards boost Broadway attendance and sell the shows on the road. They're the sugar to swat the fly. If you needed more explanation for the yearly ballyhoo, in the metropolitan areas where a Broadway show plays, the local economy is boosted by three and a half times the gross ticket sales. So when we're talking Tonys, we're talking moolah.”

“Tony Blair a couple years ago was going around apologizing for everything. He apologized for the Irish potato famine. The Canadian government apologized for how it treated Indian school children.When is the Democratic Party going to apologize for being the biggest slave-holding-supporting institution on the planet and sticking with racism for the century after the abolition of slavery?”

“Tony Blair is a decent man who genuinely thinks what he is doing is justified. But when he sees men such as George Bush and Donald Rumsfeld smirking and boasting as they announce their Shock and Awe offensive, we hope he understands why we believe we have been dragged into something we should have been fighting tooth and nail to stop.”

“Tony Cottee once played in all four divisions in one season. Cottee started 2000-01 at Leicester City, where he made a couple of Premiership appearances as a sub before being released to Norwich, in what was then Division One. In November the chance to be player-manager of Barnet came up and soon Cottee was playing in Division Three, but alas it did not work out. By March he was again looking for work and found it, with two sub appearances, at Millwall in Division Two.”

“Tony Cox, still a painter and not yet married to Yoko Ono, pioneered in the use of mescaline for draft-evasion. 400 milligrams taken before his own preinduction physical prompted an angry outburstas an orderly took a stab at his arm to draw blood. Tony roared, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" and was led into the presence of a psychiatrist with whom he engaged in a protracted discussion of the merits of the New York school of abstract expressionist painting, all the while naked. Tony got his 4F classification, presumably on grounds of schizophrenia, and went on to counsel others liable to military service, using the same approach.”

“Tony had never considered himself to be particularly patriotic—he did not accept, in fact, that there was any material difference between the patriot and the nationalist—and so he had been surprised, and even a little ashamed, to realise just how strongly his nationality had shaped him, not just in his actions and his expectations, but in his political convictions, which he would have liked to think had been formed through his powers of reason and his intellect alone. His loathing of the super-rich, for example, was on some level not a political stance at all, but merely a very Kiwi expression of disdain—disdain for those who lived in childish comfort, and who delegated labour, and—to put it plainly—who simply weren’t hardcore enough to do without; their luxuries had not been earned or exerted for, but had been merely purchased, and that was something any fool could do.”