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It May Be True That My Desk Here Is Really 'nothing But' A Transient Eddy Of Electrons In The Flux Of Universal Process. Nevertheless, I Find That It Continues To Support My Feet, My Revolver, And My Cigars All Day Long. What Happens When My Back Is Turned I Don't Know. Or Much Care. That's No Concern Of Mine.

A Man's Duty? To Be Ready -- With Rifle Or Rood -- To Defend His Home When The Showdown Comes.

It's True: Every Time You Kill An Elk, You're Saving Some Cow's Life.

Not All Questions Can Be Answered.

All Dams Are Ugly, But The Glen Canyon Dam Is Sinful Ugly.