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Calvin: Denial.
Miss Wormwood: I don't suppose I can argue with that...
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"Somewhere", said Father Vittorini, "did Blake not speak of the
Machineries of Joy? That is, did not God promote environments, then
intimidate these Natures by provoking the existence of flesh, toy men and
women, such as are we all? And thus happily sent forth, at our best, with
good grace and fine wit, on calm noons, in fair climes, are we not God's
Machineries of Joy?"
"If Blake said that", said Father Brian, "he never lived in Dublin."
-- R. Bradbury, "The Machineries of Joy"
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Q: What do you call the scratches that you get when a female
sheep bites you?
A: ♥♥♥ nicks.
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Mal: "When you can't run anymore, you crawl, and when you can't do that, you
find someone to carry you."
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Staff meeting in the conference room in %d minutes.
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