It's hard to guess the suffocation of what a cocoon bears before it's transformation to a butterfly.

It has occurred to me more than once that holy boredom is good and sufficient reason for the invention of free will.

I usually stick out my hand and hope he puts the ball in it. Except the one time I went out to take Early Wynn out. I stuck out my hand and he hit me right in the stomach with the ball.

If you've done 6 impossible things this morning, why not round it off with breakfast at Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe?

Written By Douglas Adams

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