Best piece of advice my father ever gave me…
So succinct, so all-encompassing, so…so…ambiguous.
Best piece of advice my father ever gave me…
So succinct, so all-encompassing, so…so…ambiguous.

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Sutter's Casebook
Betty Duffy
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By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
From Empty Hands
The Fine Delight
First Things
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All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
Transcendental Musings
The Ironic Catholic
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Inside Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
The Lion & The Cardinal (Daniel Mitsui)
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
Ellen Finnigan
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Godspy
Godsbody
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We know that it’s true, we just don’t know why.
Curiously, it seems we ought to be able to analyze this process to determine the precise makeup of the factor represented by the symbol. And yet, it resists analysis, this feminine principle.
Did you try stripping the electrons?
JOB
Ah – eliminating the negative energy to achieve a positive result. That’s why you get the big bucks, Mr. JOB.
Yes, it is a rather attractive idea….
JOB
It’s another one of those accuracy/precision quandaries that kept Pascal up so late so often.
JOB
Among other things…
I wager none of those others were ever as important, though….
JOB
I venture that every dad has given that advice when the time was right.
Also the one about girls in tight sweaters.
I know what you’re saying – but that would have been beyond the pale for my dad.
It was strictly boilerplate – of the Irish, non-descript sort.
JOB
Irish? Boil? Plate? Get this guy a contract!