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A good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.
(Guards! Guards!)
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"Why would a robot need to drink?" -Fry
"I don't need to drink, I can quit anytime I want." -Bender
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Many people are desperately looking for some wise advice which will
recommend that they do what they want to do.
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Approaching the gates of the monastery, Hakuin found Ken the Zen
preaching to a group of disciples.
"Words..." Ken orated, "they are but an illusory veil obfuscating
the absolute reality of --"
"Ken!" Hakuin interrupted. "Your fly is down!"
Whereupon the Clear Light of Illumination exploded upon Ken, and he
vaporized.
On the way to town, Hakuin was greeted by an itinerant monk imbued
with the spirit of the morning.
"Ah," the monk sighed, a beatific smile wrinkling across his cheeks,
"Thou art That..."
"Ah," Hakuin replied, pointing excitedly, "