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An obscure art no longer practiced in the world's developed countries.
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Stewie: Look at him. He runs like a Welshman. Doesn't he? Doesn't he run like a Welshman?
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"...[Arthur] leapt to his feet like an author hearing the
phone ring..."
- Who says that the character of Arthur isn't autobiographical?
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Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum --
"I think that I think, therefore I think that I am."
-- Ambrose Bierce, "The Devil's Dictionary"
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If you work in an office with Chuck Norris, don't ask him for his three-hole-punch.
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Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
-- William Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar"
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Reach into the thoughts of friends,
And find they do not know your name.
Squeeze the teddy bear too tight,
And watch the feathers burst the seams.
Touch the stained glass with your cheek,
And feel its chill upon your blood.
Hold a candle to the night,
And see the dar
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