I.B.M.

Do you really understand that in the City it is the land-locked who write the most passionate odes to the sea?

The People all want a drink, but no one wants to be an alky.

I don’t guess Life will ever be arranged so that the ordinary might ever hear what I have said regarding the benefits that would ensue from physicians being always and unconditionally positive in their diagnostic comments.  But just perhaps things have shifted in another, modern area, whereby a version of this approach might be possible.  To wit:  Produce and program a new computer which you announce can “do it all,” and sure enough, no matter what problem, or question is submitted, after a reasonably impressive passage of time, and humming of the machinery, the Big Binary One tells you that a solution, a specific answer in your case is CERTAINLY possible…although it will take 25 years to perfect it.

Just because the Real Revolutionist doesn’t honor ordinary feelings of nationalism doesn’t mean he doesn’t USE them, (and other stuff as well).

And then there was an ole sore-head in the City’s financial district who, for his own personal motto, appropriated the name of a certain well known firm, I.B.M., which he said stood for, “I Be Mad.”

J.