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-- Saki, "Reginald's Choir Treat"
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So... so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell?
Blue skies from pain? Did they get you to trade
Can you tell a green field Your heroes for ghosts?
From a cold steel rail? Hot ashes for trees?
A smile from a veil? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Do you think you can tell? Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in a war
For the lead role in a cage?
-- Pink Floyd, "Wish You Were Here"
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Higgins: Doolittle, you're either an honest man or a rogue.
Doolittle: A little of both, Guv'nor. Like the rest of us, a
little of both.
-- Shaw, "Pygmalion"
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"What do you call that warm feeling you get inside?"
"Heartburn?"
(Hogfather)
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ink, n.:
A villainous compound of tannogallate of iron, gum-arabic,
and water, chiefly used to facilitate the infection of
idiocy and promote intellectual crime.
-- H.L. Mencken
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