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As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins.

Wouldn't you like to just give those lips a great big kiss?

Several excuses are always less convincing than one.

A frog kissed him.

An expert is a man who has made all the mistakes which can be made, in a narrow field.

No, there's been no air raid warning and as far as I know North Korea are not attacking. In fact, Ezra has chosen to sleep under his bed because of an all-too infrequent Hobart heat wave a couple of weeks back...

There is no life that does not contribute to history.

With the prospect of global nuclear war never far away, Ezra and I have been exploring possible scenarios whereby useful everyday items can be rapidly converted into a safe, robust fallout shelter...