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You are always busy.
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- "You're Hells Angels, then? What chapter are you from?"
- REVELATIONS, CHAPTER SIX.
-- Death in conversation with a biker
(Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Good Omens)
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"Go ahead, bake my quiche"
-- Magrat instructs the castle cook
(Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies)
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Once, when the secrets of science were the jealously guarded property
of a small priesthood, the common man had no hope of mastering their arcane
complexities. Years of study in musty classrooms were prerequisite to
obtaining even a dim, incoherent knowledge of science.
Today all that has changed: a dim, incoherent knowledge of science is
available to anyone.
-- Tom Weller, "Science Made Stupid"
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