Some quotations that speak to me, compiled together from LiveJournal, text files stored on old Unix accounts, .signature files, .plan files, FirstClass resumés, old versions of my web site, and old random .signature files.
- There are those who say that temptation can be barricaded beyond the door. The ones who think that stray desires can be driven out of the heart like the moneychangers from the temple. Maybe they can, if you patrol your weak points day and night, don't look, don't smell, don't dream.
-- Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
- Eight solid light-years of lead...is the thickness of that metal in which you would need to encase yourself if you wanted to keep from being touched by neutrinos. I guess the little fuckers are everywhere.
-- Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys
- Walt: Dad, what's gradual school?
Garp: Gradual school?
Walt: Yeah. Mom says her work's more fun now that she's teaching
gradual school.
Garp: Oh. Well, gradual school is someplace you go and gradually
find out that you don't want to go to school anymore.
-- John Irving, The World According To Garp
- Computer science is good because it has two words and I like both of them. I also like "butt" and "futz" but you have no degree in futz butt.
-- Eddie Kohler, "Statement of Purpose"
- There had been a nasty moment when his life has flashed before his eyes...Most of the good bits had involved Susan, he realized. Susan or computers. Never Susan and computers--those had largely been the bad bits.
-- Douglas Adams, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency
- [The -d-core-lint option] turns on heavyweight intra-pass sanity-checking within GHC. (It checks GHC's sanity, not yours.)
-- The Glorious Glasgow Haskell Compilation System User's Guide
- I don't belong to any club or group. I don't fish, cook, dance, endorse books, sign books, co-sign declarations, eat oysters, get drunk, go to church, go to analysts, or take part in demonstrations.
-- Vladimir Nabokov, Strong Opinions
- "When people all praise you, that usually means you're doing something wrong," the Dean said. "Being the person you were meant to be is often the hardest work of all."
-- Charlie Anders, Choir Boy
- ...The danger is not of imitation of men, but of women's internalization of men's signals and institutions, so that woman appears to preserve herself in preserving man's 'signals' and institutions. It is the mark of a caste that it internalizes the judgments of the oppressor, particularly the judgments upon itself.
--Carolyn Heilbrun, Reinventing Womanhood
- There's a reason "Stepford wife" has entered the American lexicon. It expresses, dramatically and succinctly, two compelling and in some ways competing explanations for women's subjection within marriage: Men insist on it, and women---other women---insist on it. In the 1970s, when feminism was new, both these truths were obvious. Now, they are obscure: Women have learned to describe everything they do, no matter how apparently conformist, submissive, self-destructive, or humiliating, as a personal choice that cannot be criticized because personal choice is what feminism is all about. Women have become incredibly clever at explaining these choices in ways that barely mention social pressures or male desires. How many bright little essays have I read by young brides who insist that giving up their names is just the sensible, logical, mature, modern, feminist thing to do, the very proof of their marriage's egalitarianism? Probably they actually believe this. And yet, were it not for those social and masculine pressures, it is difficult to imagine that women would make some of the "personal" choices they now truculently defend.
--Katha Pollitt, "Sex and the Stepford Wife", in Virginity or Death! And Other Social and Political Issues of Our Time
- 'I don't really want to look pretty. I don't want to look feminine. You know why? Because feminine is dumb. Or at least that's how I feel. Look around at the women in academia, the women who make their living from their brains--especially those in the so-called masculine disciplines like math and physics, to take two random examples. They all feel it too. They're telling you with the way they look and dress, the way they hold themselves and speak: feminine is dumb. You've got to stamp out all traces of girlishness if you want to be taken seriously by the others, but more importantly by yourself. I know. I can see it in myself and can't do anything about it. It was okay to be a girl when I was only a student, but not anymore. When I'm attracted to a man and start playing the part of a woman, there's a voice sneering inside of me. Dumb. You dumb cunt. You just can't be a cunt with intelligence. You can have a brain and a prick, there's no incompatibility there. 'Brainy prick' sounds all right, but 'intelligent cunt' is ridiculous, a contradiction in terms. We've all swallowed it. I tell you, I think it would be an act of feminist heroism, an assertion of true liberation from the chauvinist myth, to wear eyeliner and mascara. If I ever saw a female physicist dressed to kill and wearing makeup, I'd be impressed.
But it won't be me,' she continued. 'I don't care what the others will think; I care what I'll think, what I'll feel like. I can't manage to regard myself as a woman and a physicist, so one of them's got to go. And I suppose being a physicist is more important to me, so goodbye, sex. Men don't have to make the choice, but we do. For us it's either-or.'
--Rebecca Goldstein, The Mind-Body Problem
A male in our society receives his exaggerated social valuation with the application of the pronoun "he" before he can even smile over it. A female receives her concomitant devaluation with the pronoun "she" well before she can protest.
Again: The system is not neutral. For every situation, verbal or nonverbal, that even approaches the sexual, the easy way to describe it, the comfortable way to respond to it, the normal way to act in it, the way that will draw the least attention to yourself -- if you are male -- is the sexist way. The same goes for women, with the difference that you are not quite so comfortable. Sexism is not primarily an active hostility in men towards women. It is a set of unquestioned social habits. Men become hostile when these habits are questioned as people become hostile when anything they are comfortable doing is suddenly branded as pernicious. ("But I didn't intend to hurt anyone; I was just doing what I always...")
A good many women have decided, finally, that the pain that accrues to them from everyone else's acceptance of the "acceptable" way is just not worth the reward of invisibility.
"I have never made a sexist editorial decision in my life."
There are no sexist decisions to be made.
There are antisexist decisions to be made. And they require tremendous energy and self-scrutiny, as well as moral stamina in the face of the basic embarrassment campaign which is the tactic of those assured of their politically superior position. ("Don't you think you're being rather silly offering your pain as evidence that something I do so automatically and easily is wrong? Why, I bet it doesn't hurt half as much as you say. Perhaps it only hurts because you're struggling...?" This sort of political mystification, turning the logical arrows around inside verbal structures to render them empirically empty, and therefore useless ["It hurts because you don't like it", rather than "You don't like it because it hurts."] is just another version of the "my slave/my master" game.)
There are no sexist decisions to be made: they were all made a long time ago!
--Samuel R. Delany, "Shadows", in Longer Views: Extended Essays
- Many more people have not completely given up on learning but are still severely hampered by entrenched negative beliefs about their capacities. Deficiency becomes identity: "I can't learn French, I don't have an ear for languages;" "I could never be a a businessman, I don't have a head for figures;" "I can't get the hang of parallel skiing, I never was coordinated." These beliefs are often repeated ritualistically, like superstitions. And, like superstitions, they create a world of taboos; in this case, taboos on learning. ...These self-images often correspond to a very limited reality -- usually to a person's "school reality."
--Seymour Papert, Mindstorms
- "Some complain that e-mail is impersonal--that your contact with me, during the e-mail phase of our relationship, was mediated by wires and screens and cables. Some would say that's not as good as conversing face-to-face. And yet our seeing of things is always mediated by corneas, retinas, optic nerves, and some neural machinery that takes the information from the optic nerve and propagates it into our minds. So, is looking at words on a screen so very much inferior? I think not; at least then you are conscious of the distortions. Whereas, when you see someone with your eyes, you forget about the distortions and imagine you are experiencing them purely and immediately."
-- Neal Stephenson, Cryptonomicon
- Now, don't bother to flame me, because by the time you read this post
I will be a different person from the one who wrote it. You cannot
step in the same river twice.
-- Sarah Barton
- There is this awful immaturity in the condition of geekdom. The singleminded obsessions; the valorization of social inexperience and awkwardness; the love of blinking lights. Look, I know what it felt like to grow up like that, smart, shy, and stigmatized, and I can understand wanting to feel good about being a geek and to believe that we rule the world now. (Which, let's face it, we fucking don't - which explains, to my mind, the hysterical pitch of the insistence that we do, that the bullies work for us now. Nah. We're still functionaries, doing the bullies' homework. Look who's president.) But when it's an excuse to refuse to be an adult and to deal with adult complexity, to avoid learning the sometimes bitter lessons of adulthood, to refuse to recognize how weak we are in the face of the accumulated mass of history, to deny how difficult is really is to navigate this world, with all the iron constraints and fragile supports that make up our prospects...well, okay, it's understandable, nobody wants to live in a tragedy, but that's where we live, that's what life is, and the alternative is to stay a child. Blind inside an unbroken egg.
--LiveJournal user springheel_jack
- An ad that pretends to be art is -- at absolute best -- like somebody who
smiles warmly at you only because he wants something from you. This is
dishonest, but what's sinister is the cumulative effect that such dishonesty
has on us: since it offers a perfect facsimile or simulacrum of goodwill
without goodwill's real spirit, it messes with our heads and eventually starts
upping our defenses even in cases of genuine smiles and real art and true
goodwill. It makes us feel confused and lonely and impotent and angry and
scared. It causes despair.
--David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again
- My first week as an electrical engineering and computer science graduate student I asked a professor for help with a problem. He talked to me for a bit and then said "You're having trouble with this problem because you don't know anything and you're not working very hard."
-- Phil Greenspun
- I have never found anywhere, in the domain of art, that you don't have to walk to. (There is quite an array of jets, buses and hacks which you can ride to Success; but that is a different destination.) It is a pretty wild country. There are, of course, roads. Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain't no free rides, baby. No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction--you go alone. With a machete in your hand and the fear of God in your heart.
-- Ursula K. Le Guin, The Language of the Night
- The sad truth is, there's very little that's creative in creativity. The vast majority is submission--submission to the laws of grammar, to the possibilities of rhetoric, to the grammar of narrative, to narrative's various and possible structurings. In a society that privileges individuality, self-reliance, and mastery, submission is a frightening thing.
Samuel R. Delany, "Some Notes for the Intermediate and Advanced Creative Writing Student", in About Writing
- The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.
--Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
- I have always wanted to be both man and woman, to incorporate the
strongest and richest parts of my mother and father within/into me--to
share valleys and mountains upon my body the way the earth does in
hills and peaks.
I would like to enter a woman the way any man can, and to be
entered--to leave and to be left--to be hot and hard and soft all at
the same time in the cause of our loving. I would like to drive
forward and at other times rest or be driven. When I sit and play in
the waters of my bath I love to feel the deep inside parts of me,
sliding and folded and tender and deep. Other times I like to fantasize
the core of it, my pearl, a protruding part of me, hard and sensitive and vulnerable in a different way.
-- Audre Lorde, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name
- I remember when OB tampons came out and you could hold them in your hand,
and I'd walk down the hall holding my little OB tampon and I thought, 'If I
open my hand and show this to anybody, the whole building is going to
explode'.
--Judy Roitman, on being a woman mathematician
- Bliss is, after all, so near at hand; the perfect egg, a good night's sleep, reconciliation with one's mother or the Palestinians, a theory to account for the surprising lack of dark matter in the universe, a radio station that does not merely parrot the lies of government flaks and corporate media outlets -- such things can often feel so eminently possible here, given the intelligence and the passion of the citizens. And yet they continue to elude us. Who is responsible? Is it us? Is it you? What are you doing, there, anyway? Don't you know the recycling truck won't take aluminum foil?
-- Michael Chabon, "The Mysteries of Berkeley"
- No one moves to Berkeley by accident. We didn't come here for the domestic tranquility. I won't soon forget the rational, sensible people who came to Council meetings dressed as fish.
--Polly Armstrong, quoted in the Berkeley Daily Planet
- A lot of people think I'm crazy. Maybe you do too, but I never stop to wonder why I'm not like other people. The mystery to me is why more people aren't like me.
-- Florynce R. "Flo" Kennedy
- Normality wasn't normal. It couldn't be. If normality were normal, everybody could leave it alone. They could sit back and let normality manifest itself. But some people -- and especially doctors -- had doubts about normality. They weren't sure normality was up to the job. And so they felt inclined to give it a boost.
-- Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex
- When government steps aside, it is not as if nothing takes its place. Paradise does not prevail. It's not as if private interests have no interests, as if private interests don't have ends they will then pursue. To push the antigovernment button is not to teleport us to Eden. When the interests of government are gone, other interests take their place. Do we know what those interests are? Are we so certain they are better?
-- Lawrence Lessig, Code
- The truth is, most of the good things about this country have been fought for by liberals (indeed, by leftists and, dare one say it, Communists)---women's rights, civil liberties, the end of legal segregation, freedom of religion, the social safety net, unions, workers' rights, consumer protection, international cooperation, resistance to corporate domination---and resisted by conservatives. If conservatives had carried the day, blacks would still be in the back of the bus, women would be barefoot and pregnant, medical care would be on a cash-only basis, there'd be mouse feet in your breakfast cereal, and workers would still be sleeping next to their machines.
-- Katha Pollitt, "Let's Not Devalue Ourselves", in Virginity or Death! And Other Social and Political Issues of Our Time
- Our complaint about the crisis is not that it is so appalling but that it is so trivial. The consequences of the atomic cataclysm that are being relentlessly published seem mild alongside the burning loveliness of a fall morning, or the flash of a southbound bird, or the wry smell of chrysanthemums in the air. We examined everything said yesterday in the council chambers of the mighty and could find not a single idea that was not trifling, not a noble word of any calibre, not one unhurried observation or natural thought. The newspaper headline prophesying darkness is less moving than the pool of daylight that overflows upon it from the window, illuminating it. The light of day---so hard at times to see, so convincing when seen.
-- E.B. White, "Daylight and Darkness", in The Second Tree from the Corner
- Violence stinks, no matter which end of it you're on. But now and then there's nothing left to do but hit the other person over the head with a frying pan. Sometimes people are just begging for that frypan, and if we weaken for a moment and honor their request, we should regard it as impulsive philanthropy, which we aren't in any position to afford, but shouldn't regret it too loudly lest we spoil the purity of the deed.
-- Tom Robbins
- There's a difference between "You are Special lol" and "You, too, can Be a Good Person. It's not even that hard, but it's certainly not automatic". Of course, the last time anyone suggested anything like this, they got falsely imprisoned and then nailed to a couple of planks until they died from asphyxiation and blood loss, so it's probably not a pleasant thought for most people.
-- Tony Gies
- One of the things I tend to resent about biography is that it's so confident, and it always makes people's lives too interesting. There's never a chapter called 'The Boring Bits.' There's never a chapter that says, 'He did his laundry this week. And he did it exactly the same way as he'd done it last week. And it was just as boring as the previous week. And as he sorted his socks into pairs, his mind was as empty as it had been the previous week.'
-- Julian Barnes
- I had lives before this, stems
of a spray of flowers: they became
one thing, held by a ribbon at the center, a ribbon
visible under the hand. Above the hand,
the branching future, stems
ending in flowers. And the gripped fist--
that would be the self in the present.
--Louise Glück, "Formaggio"
- "That's the way it works in movies," said Suzanne. "Something happens that has an impact on someone's life, and based on that impact, his life shifts course. Well, that's not how it happens in life. Something has an impact on you, and then your life stays the same, and you think, 'Well, what about the impact?' You have epiphanies all the time. They just don't have any effect."
-- Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge
- Of course, it may be that the art of photography and the art of writing are antithetical. The hope and aim of a word-handler is that he may communicate a thought or an impression to his reader without the reader's realizing that he has been dragged through a series of hazardous and grotesque syntactical situations. In photography, the goal seems to be to prove beyond a doubt that the cameraman, in his great moment of creation, was either hanging by his heels from the rafters or was wedged under the floor with his lens at a knothole.
-- E.B. White, "Peaks in Journalism", in The Second Tree from the Corner
- Now turn for a moment to your correspondent. The thought of writing hangs over our mind like an ugly cloud, making us apprehensive and depressed, as before a summer storm, so that we begin the day by subsiding after breakfast, or by going away, often to seedy and inconclusive destinations: the nearest zoo, or to a branch post office to buy a few stamped envelopes. Our professional life has been a long, shameless exercise in avoidance. Our home is designed for the maximum of interruption, our office is the place where we never are. ... It has occurred to us that perhaps we are not a writer at all but merely a bright clerk who persists in crowding his destiny. Yet the record is there. Not even lying down and closing the blinds stops us from writing; not even our family, and our preoccupation with same, stops us.
-- E.B. White, "Writers at Work", in The Second Tree from the Corner
- I'm willing to show good taste, if I can, in somebody else's living room, but our reading life is too short for a writer to be in any way polite. Since his words enter into another's brain in silence and intimacy, he should be as honest and explicit as we are with ourselves.
-- John Updike
- "Your attitude measures up to the two requirements of love. You want to go to bed with her and can't, and you don't know her very well. Ignorance of the other person topped up with deprivation, Jim. You fit the formula all right, and what's more you want to go on fitting it."
-- Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim
- I do not have a problem being pals with a fine babe. If you have to hang out with someone, they might as well be fine, so you can stare at something nice while they're talking, unless you're in love with them, and there's no hope, and they're breaking your heart, and every moment in their presence splinters it a little more. You gotta keep the antinuclear shield up around the heart. No, you gotta strap your heart to a nuke like Dr. Strangelove, so it's whooping and yelling and waving its hat, missile whistling toward its fiery end.
-- Lynn Breedlove, Godspeed
- If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
-- W.H. Auden, "The More Loving One"
- But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.
-- Robert Frost, "Two Tramps in Mud-Time"
- I was synthesizing obscure and disparate bytes of memory now at incredible speed, and all at once my aimless scribbling of the last two years fell into place in an orgasm of intellect. A thesis, a central idea, the heretofore-missing core of my dissertation, took shape in my mind. Seizing the nearest paper--a scrap of newsprint torn from the previous day's sports page--I recorded like a fanatic scribe each spasm of inspiration. I wrote until I was spent. For safekeeping, I folded the paper and slipped it in the first volume of Doctor Syntax, which happened to be lying nearby. Modern critical brilliancies I had produced, one after the other, like a frogwife laying her eggs. From such prodigious ova would my reputation as a scholar hatch.
-- Michael Petracca, Doctor Syntax
- But grumble though it might over the start of the academic year, the university world became more positive and purposeful. Here was a new year, a fresh morning in which to forget the terrifying nightmare shared by the town's collective unconscious: that the research won't pan out, or worse, that it won't matter a hoot if it does; that one's lifework is just so much mental onanism in the night. September brought the light of day, chased the nightmare away. No, no, it is important work, it does matter.
--Rebecca Goldstein, The Mind-Body Problem
- It is not that I wanted to know a great deal, in order to acquire what is now called expertise, and which enables one to become an expert-tease to people who don't know as much as you do about the tiny corner you have made your own. I hoped for a bigger fish; I wanted nothing less than Wisdom. In a modern university if you ask for knowledge they will provide it in almost any form--though if you ask for out-of-fashion things they may say, like the people in shops, 'Sorry, there's no call for it.' But if you ask for Wisdom--God save us all! What a show of modesty, what disclaimers from the men and women from whose eyes intelligence shines forth like a lighthouse. Intelligence, yes, but of Wisdom not so much as the gleam of a single candle.
-- Robertson Davies, The Rebel Angels
'I love you because you are very clever,' he elaborated, to show her that he now knew it.
'I love you because you can write.'
'Are those good reasons?'
'Well, novels would say not. People in novels don't love each other because they can both see that Racine is -- is what he is. Like maths, really, only I can't do maths, I was going to say sensual but it isn't, or at least, the sensual pleasure is geometry, not sex. Actually, I don't know much about sex, I shouldn't talk. What was I saying? Oh yes, if we were in a novel it would be most suspect and doomed to sit here drily discussing metre.'
'If we were in a novel they'd cut this dialogue because of artifice. You can have sex, in a novel, but not Racine's metre, however impassioned you may be about it.'
-- A.S. Byatt, The Virgin in the Garden
'Do you find it easy to get drunk on words?'
'So easily that, to tell the truth, I am seldom perfectly sober.'
-- Dorothy Sayers, Gaudy Night
- 'From what you tell me, Brother John, not many people seem to be your kind."
'I'm not impossibly choosy: I just ask for a high level of intelligence and
honesty about things that really matter.'
'That's choosy enough to exclude most of us.'"
-- Robertson Davies, The Rebel Angels
- The miracle of life is that, despite the best grip we can get on reality, it continuously manages to surprise us. The beauty of science is that, notwithstanding all our tacit assumptions, these surprises can get through.
-- Evelyn Fox Keller, A Feeling for the Organism
- I couldn't understand why he was so forgiving. Only gradually did it occur to me what a strange sight I must have presented -- a middle-aged man with a rucksack, visiting a place like Weston out of season for no evident reason, fetching up at their hotel and bellowing and stomping about over a trifling inconvenience. He must have thought I was mad, an escaped lunatic perhaps, and that this was the safest way to approach me. Either that, or he was just an extremely nice person. In either case, I salute him now.
-- Bill Bryson, Notes from a Small Island
- "If I seem to be raising my voice," Mohole said in a calm tone, "it's only because I recognize your right to correct me. I wouldn't be yelling if I didn't respect you. Yelling is a bond between people who respect each other despite invalid corrections. We yell and scold as a way of paying homage to each other's views. This is the burden of friendship between extremely high-strung individuals. If we didn't accept the burden, we'd be sworn enemies. Friendship is exasperating at best. But think of the alternative."
-- Don DeLillo, Ratner's Star
- it's what we all want, in the end,
to be held, merely to be held,
to be kissed (not necessarily with the lips,
for every touching is a kind of kiss).
-- Alden Nowlan, "He Sits Down on the Floor of a School for the Retarded"
- since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
-- E.E. Cummings
- Graphics blind the eyes.
Audio files deafen the ear.
Mouse clicks numb the fingers.
Heuristics weaken the mind.
Options wither the heart.
The Guru observes the net
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is as open as the ether.
-- Unix fortune file
- There once was a girl from Dundee,
Who never programmed in C.
She felt that destruction
Lacked the seduction
Of referential transparency.
-- Torben Mogensen
- Data and procedures and the values they amass,
Higher-order functions to combine and mix and match,
Objects with their local state, the messages they pass,
A property, a package, a control point for a catch--
In the Lambda Order they are all first-class.
One Thing to name them all, One Thing to define them,
One Thing to place them in environments and bind them,
In the Lambda Order they are all first-class.
--Abstract for the Revised^4 Report on the Algorithmic Language Scheme,
MIT Artificial Intelligence Lab Memo 848b, November 1991
This program posts news articles to thousands of machines
throughout the entire civilized world. Your message will
cost the net hundreds if not thousands of dollars to send
everywhere. Please be sure you know what you are doing.
Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? [ny]-- warning message, trn and tin newsreaders, c. 1995
- 1.2.3.3) I have a stupid question about computers. Is this a good place to ask it?
There are no such things as stupid questions. There are only questions that let anyone even mildly knowledgable realize that the person who asked them has zero clue and a negative chance of ever getting any. Questions that make the reader realize that it unfortunate for all involved that the questioner was ever allowed within twenty--no, fifty-- feet of a computer. Questions that make the average tech support person want to track down the person posting the question and engrave the answer on the querant's body a million times with a soldering iron.
This is not a good place to ask questions like that.
[Thanks to Jake (ST102315@brownvm.brown.edu) for that rather lengthy but totally correct discourse.]
NOTE: *Any* question becomes a stupid question if you ask it enough times. This applies to proto-bobs as well as lusers. If you are privileged enough to be given information, retain it.
NOTE2: 'Enough' can frequently mean '2'.
1.2.3.4) That's a bit of a rude attitude, isn't it?
Yes.
-- alt.tech-support.recovery FAQ
- My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights -- or very early mornings -- when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour ... booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turnoff to take when I got to the other end ... but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: no doubt at all about that.
-- Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas