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Believe me, no-one was more surprised to see the ghostly visage of Fatty Arbuckle in my egg than I was!
Bless you, well-bred, big-hatted, lovely, elderly women who call me a 'nice young man.' Bless you.
And to all the owl-faced, lemon-sucking, time-blasted, miserable crones out there: bless you, too.
Enrico Fermi first imagined a controlled nuclear chain reaction as a boy when he threw a prawn to some alley cats.
The ancient struggle between magnet-sellers and typesetters.