Having a persistent nature is part of being human. Otherwise we wouldn't be able to speak of knowing another person, or loving them, or being their friend or enemy or rival.

I feel that I am entitled to trample all other considerations into the dirt in my pursuit of a satisfying pun.

Of course, the underlying structure of everything in England is posh. There is no in-between with these people. You have to walk a mile to find a telephone booth, but when you find it, it is built as if the senseless dynamiting of pay phones had been a serious problem at some time in the past. And a British mailbox can presumably stop a German tank.

Ares always reemerges from the chaos. It will never go away. Athenian civilization defends itself from the forces of Ares with metis, or technology. Technology is built on science. Science is like the alchemists' uroburos, continually eating its own tail. The process of science doesn't work unless young scientists have the freedom to attack and tear down old dogmas, to engage in an ongoing Titanomachia. Science flourishes where art and free speech flourish.

When you are wrestling for possession of a sword, the man with the handle always wins.

Men who believe that they are accomplishing something by speaking speak in a different way from men who believe that speaking is a waste of time.

Two tires fly. Two Wail. A bamboo grove, all chopped down From it, warring songs.