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ASCII a stupid question, you get an EBCDIC answer.
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ASHes to ASHes, DOS to DOS.
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
If God won't have you, the devil must.
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Ask five economists and you'll get five different explanations (six if
one went to Harvard).
-- Edgar R. Fiedler
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Ask not for whom the Bell tolls, and you
will pay only the station-to-station rate.
-- Howard Kandel
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Ask not for whom the telephone bell tolls...
if thou art in the bathtub, it tolls for thee.
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Ask not what's inside your head, but what your head's inside of.
-- J.J. Gibson
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Ask yourself whether you are happy and you cease to be so.
-- John Stuart Mill
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Asked how she felt being the first woman to make a major-league team, she
said, "Like a pig in mud," or words to that effect, and then turned and
released a squirt of tobacco juice from the wad of rum soaked plug in her
right cheek. She chewed a rare brand of plug called Stuff It, which she
learned to chew when she was playing Nicaraguan summer ball. She told the
writers, "They were so mean to me down there you couldn't write it in your
newspaper. I took a gun everywhere I went, even to bed. *Especially* to
bed. Guys were after me like you can't believe. That's when I started
chewing tobacco -- because no matter how bad anybody treats you, it's not
as bad as this. This is the worst chew in the world. After this,
everything else is peaches and cream." The writers elected Gentleman Jim,
the Sparrow's P.R. guy, to bite off a chunk and tell them how it tasted,
and as he sat and chewed it tears ran down his old sunburnt cheeks and he
couldn't talk for a while. Then he whispered, "You've been chewing this for
two years? God, I had no idea it was so hard to be a woman."
-- Garrison Keillor
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Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a
lamp-post how it feels about dogs.
-- Christopher Hampton
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