In a superbly tortured form of what I took to be attempted encouragement of his kid, a certain father said, “Son, you would have to be an idiot to be talented.”
Within the ordinary constructs of history, heroics must be personified, villainy institutionalized.
One chap, who pretty obviously did not suffer from hyper-activity, stated to no one in particular, “I don’t mind so much living in space, if I just didn’t have to move in space.”
Once upon a time, a curious fellow cornered a reputed revolutionist and asked him, “Would this activity of yours result in me becoming a new person, or just a better me?” And the rebel said, “I’ll have to get back to you on that.” …No response as of yet…that was in 1948.
It is now official. The guy who first said, “Anatomy is destiny,” has called in from the great beyond and apologized.