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have to believe that, and nor does that bright mauve elephant that just
cycled past.
(The Last Continent)
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One evening Mr. Rudolph Block, of New York, found himself seated at dinner
alongside Mr. Percival Pollard, the distinguished critic.
"Mr. Pollard," said he, "my book, _The Biography of a Dead Cow_, is
published anonymously, but you can hardly be ignorant of its authorship.
Yet in reviewing it you speak of it as the work of the Idiot of the Century.
Do you think that fair criticism?"
"I am very sorry, sir," replied the critic, amiably, "but it did not
occur to me that you really might not wish the public to know who wrote it."
-- Ambrose Bierce
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Examinations are formidable even to the best prepared, for
even the greatest fool may ask more the the wisest man can answer.
-- C.C. Colton
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