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Yet another exuberant example of how “The Last Word in the City is ‘not’ necessarily the last word”: (Listen closely)
"There is a uniqueness that all things hold in common, save for the singularity of the several exceptions, this law is unconditional in all instances wherein it is assumed to be so."

 

 

When this one old fellow heard the denouncing axiom, “the angry have no friends,” he thought, “Jeeze, what’s the big deal? Why else would they ‘wanna’ be angry in the first place.”

 

 

Speaking in rhythm,
thinking in rhyme,
will let your mind
have itself a nice time.

Give it a try,
and you'll see that it's true,
so your brain has a laugh,
what's the big deal to you?
(And from the crowd a man objected, saying that he held the exclusive copyright on the term, "big deal.")

 

 

When fault lines get splinters in their feet “every” one's flight is delayed.

 

 

A certain old sore head (who as a matter of fact says he’s unsatisfied with such a general description and wishes to be more individually identified as Murray The Meshuga Misanthrope, but nonetheless goes ahead to assert), "Everybody gets what they deserve - except those who get more, and ‘they’ complain."

 

 

By the time the Fire Department arrives on the scene
– EVERYBODY sees the light.

 

 

To celebrate the month before his birthday, this one father took his kid over to the west wing and told him, "I'm gonna tell you what my father told me that his father told him. Sometimes the gods talk to man, and sometimes they don't, and no one can tell the difference."

 

 

If you can only self reflect on the basis of self, you might as well not reflect.
(Á hand ground mirror is one example within arts/crafts where personal talents are not only unappreciated, but are an impediment.)

 

 

Okay, I’ll admit, just like a lot of the old legends say, there IS a “magical food.” The thing is that it affects memory, and every time somebody does find it and eats it they forget to tell anyone else....
Weeellll, okay, not exactly "forgets"....but that's close enough.

 

 

As a few discovered at unexpected times - there is a road to the heavens
that generally goes unnoticed.

 

 

A philosopher over in the part without a degree (without, in fact, even a vest or beard), told a collie, I mean, colleague, “In the vast world of knowledge, theories are like a blind man trying to sing.” He patted the youngster on the head and added, “Same for clues and hits.” And the listener thought, "Woof, woof."

 

 

Under the normal atmospheric and meteorological conditions of the City
most people's ideas get old right along with them.

 

 

The motto of this one family over on a certain kindred planet is (and here I translate from their naive -- I mean -- native tongue) quote:
“Shake Out The Bloomers Of Your Mind!”
(I wonder if they're ever planning to come visit.)

 

 

One fellow stated quite sincerely,
“I have concluded that I have a brain at least as large as a pigeon.”
And his partner thought, "Then we best all pray I have one big as a cat."

 

 

 
  J