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In the land of the dark the Ship of the
Sun is driven by the Grateful Dead.
-- Egyptian Book of the Dead
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In the long run, every program becomes rococco, and then rubble.
-- Alan Perlis
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In the long run we are all dead.
-- John Maynard Keynes
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In the middle of a wide field is a pot of gold. 100 feet to the north stands
a smart manager. 100 feet to the south stands a dumb manager. 100 feet to
the east is the Easter Bunny, and 100 feet to the west is Santa Claus.
Q: Who gets to the pot of gold first?
A: The dumb manager. All the rest are myths.
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In the midst of one of the wildest parties he'd ever been to, the young man
noticed a very prim and pretty girl sitting quietly apart from the rest of
the revelers. Approaching her, he introduced himself and, after some quiet
conversation, said, "I'm afraid you and I don't really fit in with this
jaded group. Why don't I take you home?""
"Fine," said the girl, smiling up at him demurely. "Where do you
live?"
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In the misfortune of our friends we find something that is not
displeasing to us.
-- La Rochefoucauld, "Maxims"
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In the next world, you're on your own.
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In the Old West a wagon train is crossing the plains. As night falls the
wagon train forms a circle, and a campfire is lit in the middle. After
everyone has gone to sleep two lone cavalry officers stand watch over the
camp.
After several hours of quiet, they hear war drums starting from
a nearby Indian village they had passed during the day. The drums get
louder and louder.
Finally one soldier turns to the other and says, "I don't like
the sound of those drums."
Suddenly, they hear a cry come from the Indian camp: "IT'S
NOT OUR REGULAR DRUMMER."
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In the olden days in England, you could be hung for stealing a sheep or a
loaf of bread. However, if a sheep stole a loaf of bread and gave it to
you, you would only be tried for receiving, a crime punishable by forty
lashes with the cat or the dog, whichever was handy. If you stole a dog
and were caught, you were punished with twelve rabbit punches, although it
was hard to find rabbits big enough or strong enough to punch you.
-- Mike Harding, "The Armchair Anarchist's Almanac"
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In the plot, people came to the land; the land loved them; they worked and
struggled and had lots of children. There was a Frenchman who talked funny
and a greenhorn from England who was a fancy-pants but when it came to the
crunch he was all courage. Those novels would make you retch.
-- Canadian novelist Robertson Davies, on the generic Canadian
novel.
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