True terror is to wake up one morning and discover
that your high school class is running the country.
Kurt Vonnegut, If This Isn't Nice, What Is?: Advice for the Young
We all woke up this morning and we had with it
the amazing return of our conscious mind.
We recovered minds with a complete sense of self
and a complete sense of our own existence —
yet we hardly ever pause to consider this wonder.
Antonio Damasio, Self Comes to Mind: Constructing the Conscious Brain
The thing is to understand myself,
to see what God really wishes me to do:
the thing is to find a truth which is true for me,
to find the idea for which I can live and die. …
I certainly do not deny that I still recognize an imperative of knowledge
and that through it one can work upon men,
but it must be taken up into my life,
and that is what I now recognize as the most important thing.
Søren Kierkegaard, letter to Peter Wilhelm Lund 1835
• An Oxford comma walks into a bar where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
• A question mark walks into a bar?
• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."
• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
• A dyslexic walks into a bra.
• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
• A synonym strolls into a tavern.
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