I wanted to flag you down because my friend was bleeding. Someone stabbed him."
How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
Preserving health by too severe a rule is a worrisome malady.
When you go into court you are putting your fate into the hands of twelve people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.