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There's All Sorts Of Things I Was Always Meaning To Get Around To - Learning To Play The Flute, Calculating The Square Root Of Nought, Going Mad - But I Just Didn't Have The Time.

At Any Given Time, Ninety-nine-point-nine-five Per Cent Of The Human Race Are A Confounded Nuisance

New Technology Is Useful, But It's Inefficient And Ugly; It Knows It'll Be Obsolete By Lunchtime Tomorrow, So It Has No Incentive To Be Anything Else

Lawyers Are Predators In Grey Worsted

After All, What Else Is Scientific Enquiry Of Any Sort Other Than A Controlled Version Of Banging One's Head Against The Universe Until Something Gives?