You can understand why a system would seek information - but why in hell does it offer information? Why do we strive to be understood? Why is a refusal to accept communication so painful?

Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

Any chance beats no chance.

I've had too many experiences in my life of being the first woman in some damned occupation.

Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.