Murphy's Law, that brash proletarian restatement of Godel's Theorem.
My mother is the war,' declares Roger Mexico, leaning over to open the door.
Information. What's wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world's gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?
Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
Someday it'll all be done by machine. Information machines.
Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.