It is being rumored in some quarters, (and debated in other half crowns), that low cholesterol prevents proverbs.
No matter how they may define it, rhapsodize it, no matter how many beauty contests they hold, or swimsuit issues they publish, man finds the ultimate resplendence, the supreme beauty to be – not an object, no my lovelies, but the enchantress – habit! (Think about it calmly, and see if all the visible evidence does not preclude the pre-eminence of any other competitor.)
This one ole sore-head with a patch, was really letting life have it one day, “Sometimes I get a special thrill over the stupidity of humanity, and the futility of their lives…just look at science, their ‘grand achievement,’ and especially an area such as mathematics, where they tried to finally come up with an intelligent, objective language that would be free of human bias, and personal prejudice, and look what good it did ‘em – hah! See what I mean?” And his better turned son said, “Seven.”
A reading from the book, “A Child’s Garden Of Verse For The Extremely Unruly Child”:
“I have a little friend who thinks for me,
I have a little friend who speaks for me,
I have a little friend
who’s not really my friend at all,
but who is me – Ha ha ha!"
But no seriously, folks…”
In this one system a new game, “Quell The Disturbance” is sweeping their neurons; this system will add little to the Gross National Product.