The Winds of Wars

Out in the barren area between the City limits and the Bushes, I heard a faceless voice raised in song thusly, “Oh, the winds of wars, ripped by drawers.”

A guy read, in reference to neurological rehabilitation, that, “After serious brain injury all mental efforts become a ‘big deal,’” and he mused off to himself, “Why did they wait until an accident to realize that?”

Look, I’ve told you once for the last time.

If you’re truly in a hurry for additional intelligence, don’t stop and ask an alligator; he gets HIS luggage.

Upon hearing new evidence that cast fresh doubt on some of the accepted history of a certain religion, one follower noted, “Anyone whose faith can be shaken by mere scholarship had little faith to begin with,” and a passerby, hearing this, thought, “If you substitute a few words here and there like “faith” and “scholarship” you’d have a pretty fair description of the City’s intellectual situation.

J.