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A Census Taker Tried To Quantify Me Once. I Ate His Liver With Some Fava Beans And A Big Amarone. Go Back To School, Little Starling.

You Will Not Persuade Me With Appeals To My Intellectual Vanity.

Whenever Feasible, One Should Always Try To Eat The Rude.

Evil's Just Destructive? Then Storms Are Evil, If It's That Simple. And We Have Fire, And There There's Hail. Underwriters Lump It All Under 'acts Of God.

There Is A Common Emotion We All Recognize And Have Not Yet Named -- The Happy Anticipation Of Being Able To Feel Contempt.