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I was delighted today by the legalese in a self-published novel, which I copy/paste here:
This is a work of fiction. Like, duh. Names, characters, weird insect people, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s demented imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is mostly coincidental. Except for the bugs living on sentient floating islands in the upper atmosphere of a gas giant. That happened.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, eaten, smoked, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, semaphore, smoke signal, mime, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher (who is unstable at the best of times and let’s be real, these ain’t them), except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews (hopefully not too critical) and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.
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