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Here We Have A Saying: A Good Friend Is Someone Who Visits You When You Are In Prison. But A Really Good Friend Is Someone Who Comes To Hear Your Lectures.

If God Had Meant Us To Have Group Sex, I Guess He'd Have Given Us All More Organs.

The Whole Point Of Marriage Is To Stop You Getting Anywhere Near Real Life. You Think It's A Great Struggle With The Mystery Of Being. It's More Like Being Smothered In Warm Cocoa. There's Sex, But It's Not What You Think. Marvellous, For The First Fortnight. Then Every Wednesday. If There Isn't A Good Late-night Concert On The Third. Meanwhile You Become A Biological Functionary. An Agent Of The Great Female Womb, Spawning Away, Dumping Its Goods In Your Lap For Succour. Daddy, Daddy, We're Here, And We're Expensive.

But You Are Involved In The World, And Your Actions Have Consequences For Other People, And If You Don't Recognize That, Then That's The Supreme Kind Of Cruelty. Everyone Shares Someone Else's Fate To Some Extent.

To Put It Another Way: A Conference Is An Elite Meeting On Equal Terms; A Congress Is A Group Of Elites Meeting On Opposite Terms; A Convention Is A Mob Meeting On Equal Terms; A Course Is An Elite Instructing A Mob; And A Colloquium Is A Group Capable Of Considering All These Phenomena.