Sometimes I wonder just how much luck is out there. Mine seems never to run out. I know I've used up my quota and I just hope I haven't dipped into someone else's.
I'll leave the worries about string theory and black hole thermodynamics to the scientists and poets. I'm wrestling with the phonograph record, the thermos and luck.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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