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Adverbs Are A Sign That You've Used The Wrong Verb.

A Work In Progress Quickly Becomes Feral. It Reverts To A Wild State Overnight. It Is Barely Domesticated, A Mustang On Which You One Day Fastened A Halter, But Which Now You Cannot Catch. It Is A Lion You Cage In Your Study. As The Work Grows, It Gets Harder To Control; It Is A Lion Growing In Strength. You Must Visit It Every Day And Reassert Your Mastery Over It. If You Skip A Day, You Are, Quite Rightly, Afraid To Open The Door To Its Room. You Enter Its Room With Bravura, Holding A Chair At The Thing And Shouting, "simba!

Every Live Thing Is A Survivor On A Kind Of Extended Emergency Bivouac.

The Way We Live Our Days, Is The Way We Live Our Lives.

Self-consciousness Is The Curse Of The City And All That Sophistication Implies.