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The Role Of Humour Is To Make People Fall Down And Writhe On The Axminster, And That Is The Top And Bottom Of It.

Enjoy Your Life Today Because Yesterday Had Gone And Tomorrow May Never Come

Can Anything Match That First Fine Discovery Of The Telephone And All It Stood For? That First Realization That, Contained Within Ten Simple Digits, Lay The Infinitely Possible? Out There ... Lay Six Billion Ears, All The People In The World Available For Contact And Mystery And Insult, Unable To Resist The Beckoning Of One Small And Villainous Forefinger.

All I Know Of Birds To This Date Is That Sparrows Are The Ones That Are Not Pigeons.

Having Lost The Last War, They Are Currently Enjoying A "wirtschaftswunder," Which Can Be Briefly Translated As "the Best Way To Own A Mercedes Is To Build One."