Editing papers out in the California sun... somewhat begrudgingly because there 's only patio seating left in this darned coffee shop.
Someone called for a picture of me with glasses. Me. In glasses. Done.
Someone called for a picture of me with glasses. Me. In glasses. Done.
The gods offer no rewards for intellect. There was never one yet that showed any interest in it.
-- Mark Twain, Notebook
-- Mark Twain, Notebook