She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.

He thought cucumbers were good enough, but pickles were delicious—so absolutely delicious, in fact, that he questioned whether they were, indeed, made from cucumbers, which were only good enough.

WHATEVER I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW, UNTIL THERE IS A GENUINE NECESSITY TO KNOW. 
Because BEING IGNORANT is a natural way TO AVOID ALL THE UNNECESSARY STIMULANT.

I try not to notice the exploded eyeballs or the ruptured tongue bursting through the blackened lips. This job is quite gross enough as it is without adding my own dry heaves to the mess.

Written By Charles Stross

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