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In the old days, give a little girl, someone else's little girl, a Barbie Doll and leave it to the parents to be paying for all the accessories.
As for musical instruments - my brother was a professional musician - and that particular venue of vengeance (for gifts he gave my progeny) caused no bother at all.
A sneaky one, however, did work: a twenty-pound (ca. 18Kg) chocolate bar. About 1 1/2" (4cm) thick so breaking off a piece required a hammer. Dark chocolate, too - but they were figuring out how to use it up for a very very very long time.
I buy and chop up one of them in milk chocolate for my Mom to make Easter candy with. (I live much closer to the store Grandma bought her chocolate from.)
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, weighing all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies.
-- Sarah Hoyt
My five year old nephew went into my off-limits, model-making room and trashed several years worth of painstaking work on a several dioramas. My brother said, "It's only some old toys; nothing important."
So on his birthday I gave my nephew a tin drum and a plastic trumpet to encourage his (non-existent) musical abilities. When my brother complained about the constant, horrible racket his little darling produced all day (and night), I said, "it's only some toys; nothing important."
Revenge is sweet!
- I would love to change the world, but they won’t give me the source code.
Mountain, AFAIK, are formed when plates headbutt or whatever they do. While volcanoes are made when we have hot shiny liquid coming out of a crack. This liquid cools down and one day you get a cone. Is that wrong? Apart from fancy choice of words, of course.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Something to help you keep going.
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