Some books on my bookshelf lean to the right, some to the left. This just about sums me up. I could read more books to fill the gaps between the left-leaning and right-leaning books and straighten them up. Alternatively, I could lay a coffee-table album in between flatwise and achieve the same effect faster.
When the surgeons opened up the body of an urban cyclist after a fatal crash, they found that his self-righteousness was still throbbing and his sense of entitlement was still palpable.
As a sceptic, I have a snowball’s chance in hell of going to heaven when I die.
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