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|#7593||A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The|
green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that
grew in the ears themselvse, stuck out on either side like turn signals
indicating two directions at once. Full, pursed lips protruded beneath the
bushy black moustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds filled
with disapproval and potato chip crumbs. In the shadow under the green visor
of the cap Ignatius J. Reilly's supercilious blue and yellow eyes looked down
upon the other people waiting under the clock at the D.H. Holmes department
store, studying the crowd of people for signs of bad taste in dress. Several
of the outfits, Ignatius noticed, were new enough and expensive enough to be
properly considered offenses against taste and decency. Possession of
anything new or expensive only reflected a person's lack of theology and
geometry; it could even cast doubts upon one's soul.
-- John Kennedy Toole, "Confederacy of Dunces"
|#7594||A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half times his own|
weight in other people's patience.
-- John Updike
|#7595||A man is crawling through the Sahara desert when he is approached by another|
man riding on a camel. When the rider gets close enough, the crawling man
whispers through his sun-parched lips, "Water... please... can you give...
"I'm sorry," replies the man on the camel, "I don't have any water
with me. But I'd be delighted to sell you a necktie."
"Tie?" whispers the man. "I need *water*."
"They're only four dollars apiece."
"I need *water*."
"Okay, okay, say two for seven dollars."
"Please! I need *water*!", says the man.
"I don't have any water, all I have are ties," replies the salesman,
and he heads off into the distance.
The man, losing track of time, crawls for what seems like days.
Finally, nearly dead, sun-blind and with his skin peeling and blistering, he
sees a restaurant in the distance. Summoning the last of his strength he
staggers up to the door and confronts the head waiter.
"Water... can I get... water," the dying man manages to stammer.
"I'm sorry, sir, ties required."
|#7596||A man of genius makes no mistakes.|
His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
-- James Joyce, "Ulysses"
|#7597|| A man pleaded innocent of any wrong doing when caught by the police|
during a raid at the home of a mobster, excusing himself by claiming that he
was making a bolt for the door.
|#7598||A man who keeps stealing mopeds is an obvious cycle-path.|
|#7599||A man who turns green has eschewed protein.|
|#7600||A man with 3 wings and a dictionary is cousin to the turkey.|
|#7601||A man would still do something out of sheer perversity - he would create|
destruction and chaos - just to gain his point... and if all this could in
turn be analyzed and prevented by predicting that it would occur, then man
would deliberately go mad to prove his point.
-- Feodor Dostoevsky, "Notes From the Underground"
|#7602||A narcissist is someone better looking than you are.|
-- Gore Vidal
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