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Arithmetic is being able to count up to twenty without taking off your shoes.
-- Mickey Mouse
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ARMADILLO:
To provide weapons to a Spanish pickle.
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Armenians and Azerbaijanis in Stepanakert, capital of the Nagorno-Karabakh
autonomous region, rioted over much needed spelling reform in the Soviet
Union.
-- P.J. O'Rourke
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Armor's Axiom:
Virtue is the failure to achieve vice.
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Armstrong's Collection Law:
If the check is truly in the mail,
it is surely made out to someone else.
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Arnold's Addendum:
Anything not fitting into these categories causes cancer in rats.
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Arnold's Laws of Documentation:
1.) If it should exist, it doesn't.
2.) If it does exist, it's out of date.
3.) Only documentation for useless programs transcends the
first two laws.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 128 of 2182 |
Around the turn of this century, a composer named Camille Saint-Saens wrote
a satirical zoological-fantasy called "Le Carnaval des Animaux." Aside from
one movement of this piece, "The Swan", Saint-Saens didn't allow this work
to be published or even performed until a year had elapsed after his death.
(He died in 1921.)
Most of us know the "Swan" movement rather well, with its smooth,
flowing cello melody against a calm background; but I've been having this
fantasy...
What if he had written this piece with lyrics, as a song to be sung?
And, further, what if he had accompanied this song with a musical saw? (This
instrument really does exist, often played by percussionists!) Then the
piece would be better known as:
SAINT-SAENS' SAW SONG "SWAN"!
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Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife - chopping off what's
incomplete and saying: "Now it's complete because it's ended here."
-- Muad'dib, "Dune"
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Art is a jealous mistress.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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