What you think is the point is not the point at all but only the... by Flann O'Brien

What you think is the point is not the point at all but only the beginning of the sharpness.

Flann O'Brien

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The gross and net result of it is that people who spend most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles over the rocky roadsteads of this parish get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them and you would be surprised at the number of people in these parts who nearly are half people and half bicycles.

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Anybody who has the courage to raise his eyes and look sanely at the awful human condition ... must realize finally that tiny periods of temporary release from intolerable suffering is the most that any individual has the right to expect.

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When things go wrong and will not come right, Though you do the best you can, When life looks black as the hour of night, A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.

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A wise old owl once lived in a wood, the more he heard the less he said, the less he said the more he heard, let's emulate that wise old bird.

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The first beginnings of wisdom...is to ask questions but never to... by Flann O'Brien

The first beginnings of wisdom...is to ask questions but never to answer any.

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The majority of the members of the Irish parliament are professional politicians, in the sense that otherwise they would not be given jobs minding mice at crossroads.

majority politician jobs

Past humanity is not only implicit in each new man born but is contained in him. Humanity is an ever-widening spiral and life is the beam that plays briefly on each succeeding ring. All humanity from its beginning to its end is already present but the beam has not yet played beyond you.

play men past

When money's tight and is hard to get And your horse has also ran, When all you have is a heap of debt A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.

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Rome wasn't built in A.D. by Flann O'Brien

Rome wasn't built in A.D.

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Descartes spent far too much time in bed subject to the persistent hallucination that he was thinking. You are not free from a similar disorder.

bed too-much thinking

When a man sleeps, he is steeped and lost in a limp toneless happiness: awake he is restless, tortured by his body and the illusion of existence. Why have men spent the centuries seeking to overcome the awakened body? Put it to sleep, that is a better way. Let it serve only to turn the sleeping soul over, to change the blood-stream and thus make possible a deeper and more refined sleep.

sleep men blood

Your talk," I said, "is surely the handiwork of wisdom because no... by Flann O'Brien

Your talk," I said, "is surely the handiwork of wisdom because not one word of it do I understand.

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Another day gone and no jokes. by Flann O'Brien

Another day gone and no jokes.

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Do you know what I am going to tell you, he said with his wry mouth, a pint of plain is your only man. Notwithstanding this eulogy, I soon found that the mass of plain porter bears an unsatisfactory relation to its toxic content and I subsequently became addicted to brown stout in bottle, a drink which still remains the one that I prefer the most despite the painful and blinding fits of vomiting which a plurality of bottles has often induced in me.

eulogy toxic men

Strange enlightenments are vouchsafed to those who seek the highe... by Flann O'Brien

Strange enlightenments are vouchsafed to those who seek the higher places.

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My father...was a man who understood all dogs thoroughly and trea... by Flann O'Brien

My father...was a man who understood all dogs thoroughly and treated them like human beings.

dog men father

The continual cracking of your feet on the road makes a certain quantity of road come up into you. When a man dies they say he returns to clay but too much walking fills you up with clay far sooner (or buries bits of you along the road) and brings your death half-way to meet you. It is not easy to know what is the best way to move yourself from one place to another.

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It is clear enough that you are making some distinction in what you said, that there is some nicety of terminology in your words. I can't quite follow you.

distinction enough said

Hell goes round and round. In shape it is circular, and by nature it is interminable, repetitive, and nearly unbearable.

unbearable hell shapes

Why be a dumb dud? Do your friends shun you? Do people cross the street when they see you approaching? Do they run up the steps of strange houses, pretend they live there and force their way into the hall while you are passing by? If this is the sort of person you are, you must avail yourself today of this new service. Otherwise, you might as well be dead.

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