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Sunday Squibs

 







Google Translate is great, but before sending a translation on to your correspondent, reverse the translation back through Translate to see if Google captured what you meant. 


Each and every language has its beauty and  wit. 

I myself prefer English because I understand it. 


If your diary reads, “Got up, had breakfast, went to work, came home, had supper, went to bed,” you’re doing it all wrong. To make your diary immortal, record the outrageous doings of your friends and neighbors. 


Picking petals off the black flowers of evil one by one, the sinner says, “There is a devil…He doesn’t exist. There is a devil… He doesn’t exist…”


The detective opens a tin of red herrings for breakfast and a can of worms for lunch. 


Our good looks make us interesting in youth, our money in middle age, and in old age our long string of ailments. 


Truth and heresy are ever at war. 

Out wanting our own way is at heresy’s core. 


The poor man’s infinity is found in his phone. 


The person looking for a good mystery show must not be too fussy about logic or probability. 


The Californian feels no frisson upon seeing the first turning leaf.

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