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The quartermaster turned the watch-glass, and as the first grains of sand began their tedious journey back into the half they had just so busily emptied
I have never yet known a man admit that he was either rich or asleep: perhaps the poor man and the wakeful man have some great moral advantage.
Where there was no equality there was no companionship: when a man was obliged to say ‘Yes, sir,’ his agreement was of no worth even if it happened to be true.
There is a systematic flocci-naucinihili-pilification of all other aspects of existence that angers me.
You are an obese subject; your hams quiver as you go.
