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He Did Not Arrive At This Conclusion By The Decent Process Of Quiet, Logical Deduction, Nor Yet By The Blinding Flash Of Glorious Intuition, But By The Shoddy, Untidy Process Halfway Between The Two By Which One Usually Gets To Know Things.

Mourning Is Not Forgetting... It Is An Undoing. Every Minute Tie Has To Be Untied And Something Permanent And Valuable Recovered And Assimilated From The Dust.

Once Sex Rears Its Ugly 'ead It's Time To Steer Clear.

When One Kicks Over A Tea Table And Smashes Everything But The Sugar Bowl, One May As Well Pick That Up And Drop It On The Bricks, Don't You Think?

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