The important point is that...the higher levels of this progression cannot be attained by people with brief attention spans.
A concern for the maintenance of real libraries that provide free access to books is thus not in the least "sentimental"; rather, it is reflective of a justifiable and very serious care that our culture not lose its higher levels of thought.
The key factors for success are not experience and credentials but rather your attitudes and assumptions.
If you start with any negative assumption, you will be defeating yourself before you begin.
I am always getting letters from people who want my job. "Dave," they start out. They always call me Dave.
As you may be aware, cows emit huge quantities of methane, which contributes to global warming, which has gotten so bad in some areas that brand-new shirts are coming out of the factory with armpit stains already in them.
And then you will go to hell, which as you frequent fliers know is located in Concourse D of O'Hare International Airport.
They [PETA] bought seven lobsters from the restaurant for $40, removed them from the tank (according to the article, a PETA member "talked softly and rubbed the lobsters to reassure them"), and then paid $200 to fly the lobsters to Portland, Maine, where they (the lobsters) were released in the ocean, where we are sure they will live happy, productive lives until they are recaptured by lobstermen, who will re-sell them to [the restaurant], which will re-sell them to PETA, and thus will the Great Cycle of Life continue until the lobsters become so airsick that they deliberately hurl themselves into boiling water.
But I don't see that being Trotter's stepson entitles this Gorringe to think he can sit on my lap and help himself to the contents of my wallet. I mean, it isn't a case of 'Any stepson of yours, L. G. Trotter, is a stepson of mine.'
Love is a delicate plant that needs constant tending and nurturing, and this cannot be done by snorting at the adored object like a gas explosion and calling her friends lice.
Well, that is what she compared it to, and she said that if I split it in the middle with a spot of hair, the relief to pedestrians and traffic would be enormous.
Could it be, I asked myself, that the strain of growing that moustache had proved too much for him? Had he caught sight of himself in the mirror about the third day - the third day is always the danger spot - and felt that nothing in the way of wedded bliss could make the venture worth while? Called upon to choose between the woman he loved and a hairless upper lip, had he cracked, with the result that the lip had had it by a landslide?
"Of course I do. What girl would not be delighted who finds herself unexpectedly free from a man with a pink face and a head that looks as if it had been blown up with a bicycle pump?" I clutched the brow. I am a pretty astute chap, and I could see that this was not the language of love.