I dumped half a cup of green tea into the sink. To hell with my chakras. I needed coffee.

I liked to work in a shop down in the basement and invent things and build gadgets.

It wasn’t only the Lorites who said that is not a new result. People re-invented the wheel all the time. There was nothing shameful in it. If the rest of us oohed and aahed and said, “Gosh, a wheel, no one’s ever thought of that before,” just to make that person feel good, nothing would ever get done.

Conscience is harder than our enemies, knows more, accuses with more nicety.

Written By George Eliot

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