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from the lips of the flock.
-- Thomas Pynchon, _Gravity's Rainbow_
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In an orderly world, there's always a place for the disorderly.
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...And sometimes there's a short cut. A door or a gate. Some standing stones. A tree cleft by lightning, a filing cabinet. Maybe just a spot onsome moorland somewhere... A place where THERE is very nearly HERE...
If some people knew where such a spot was, if they had experience of what happens when here and there become entangled, then they might - if they knew how - mark such a spot with certain stones. In the hope that enough daft buggers would take it as awarning and keep away.
(Lords and Ladies)
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Death is life's way of telling you you've been fired.
-- R. Geis
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If you can't be good, be careful. If you can't be careful, give me a call.
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