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St Augustine said it quite openly: 'There is another form of temptation, even more fraught with danger. This is the disease of curiosity. It is this which drives us to try and discover the secrets of nature, those secrets which are beyond our understanding, which can avail us nothing and which man should not wish to learn' (quoted in Freeman 2002).

Curiously, peace-time appeals for individuals to make some small sacrifice in the rate at which they increase their standard of living seem to be less effective than war-time appeals for individuals to lay down their lives.

I suspect that he was an exaggeratedly fair-minded atheist, over-eager to be disillusioned if logic seemed to require it.fn3

non-existent male? I suppose that, in the ditzily

Paul Davies's The Mind of God seems to hover somewhere between Einsteinian pantheism and an obscure form of deism—for

To succumb to the God Temptation in either of those guises, biological or cosmological, is an act of intellectual capitulation.

I have yet to see any good reason to suppose that theology (as opposed to biblical history, literature, etc.) is a subject at all.

This talk of laughing all the way to the bank reminds me of a delightful line from Shakespeare: The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. 2 Henry VI

Have lucky stars swum into Uranus?

As Mark Twain cuttingly remarked, if you removed all occurrences of the phrase 'And it came to pass', the Book of Mormon would be reduced to a pamphlet.

Memory's only like justice, because it is another wrong idea that makes people feel right.

for a moment he wondered:what if this had all been a mask for the most terrible evil? The idea was too horrific to hold on to.

Philopon helps me through this fever, Nakamura said, feeling

Nature doesn't rhyme her children,' I said, happy to remember the line of Emerson's

Then somebody said—Carter Knott—that Eddie was writing a novel (the last outpost for a certain species of doomed optimist).

Standing behind them in the shadowy lobby I was

bobby pins in it. On the wall

It was the single forgiving phrase in the syntax of weaponry I had strapped about me. The rest were unequivocal sentences of death.

Ringil lifted his right hand as if it pained him, put it slowly and wonderingly up to his shoulder and touched the pommel of his sword like, well, like he was caressing someone's prick, to be honest.

It is true, I spend some of my leisure time in purchased sexual release, both real and virtual. Or, as you so elegantly put it, whorehouses.

And like Quell says, rip open the diseased heart of a corporation and what spills out? People.

Yes, and had your hotel proved slightly less psychotic, matters would never have got as far out of hand as they have.

Which part of get the fuck out didn't you understand, hard man?" I got the fuck out.

The sunglasses were jammed on a nose you could have opened cans on.