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You Think You Photograph A Particular Scene For The Pleasure It Gives. In Fact It's The Scene That Wants To Be Photographed. You're Merely An Extra In The Production.

As The End Of The Century Approaches, All Our Culture Is Like The Culture Of Flies At The Beginning Of Winter. Having Lost Their Agility, Dreamy And Demented, They Turn Slowly About The Window In The First Icy Mists Of Morning. They Give Themselves A Last Wash And Brush-up, Their Oscillated Eyes Roll, And They Fall Down The Curtains.

If Everything On Television Is, Without Exception, Part Of A Low-calorie (or Even No-calorie) Diet, Then What Good Is It Complaining About The Adverts? By Their Worthlessness, They At Least Help To Make The Programmes Around Them Seem Of A Higher Level.

[i]nside Every Computer, There Is A Hidden Man Being Bored.

The Sad Thing About Artificial Intelligence Is That It Lacks Artifice And Therefore Intelligence.