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The Longer I Practise Medicine, The More Convinced I Am There Are Only Two Types Of Cases: Those That Involve Taking The Trousers Off And Those That Don't.

I'm Not Good At Precise, Coherent Argument. But Plays Are Suited To Incoherent Argument, Put Into The Mouths Of Fallible People.

Why Is It Always The "intelligent" People Who Are Socialists?

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