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"The fear of becoming a 'has been' keeps some people from becoming anything."
Eric Hoffer, American author-philosopher (1902-1983).


"Not only is it illegal, but you’re not very good at it, given the number of times you’ve been caught."A contender for the LLDE list.
"Just because you're poor doesn't mean you're unhealthy; it just means you have a lot more time to go running."Obviously the writer of this LA Times news bit must have been short on his weekly "words in print" quota:
Why Is There Traffic In Los Angeles?Are you a good dancer? Me neither. Which is why I'll stay away from this place.

"It is astonishing what force, purity, and wisdom it requires for a human being to keep clear of falsehoods."
Margaret Fuller, American journalist and social critic (1810-1850).


In mythology there is a story about a king who wanted to prove how powerful he was. So one day he decided to establish his strength by stopping the incoming tide. Obviously he failed and his subjects knew he was not embodied with divine powers.

"Jealousy is no more than feeling alone among smiling enemies."
Elizabeth Bowen, Irish novelist (1899-1973).

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.........

Those who fail to learn history correctly--
Why they are simply doomed.

