Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Intelligent Design
W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage, chap. LXXXVII:
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"Jane, your nose wants blowing."
"I haven't got a hanky, daddy."
"Tut, tut, child," he answered, as he produced a vast, brilliant bandana, "what do you suppose the Almighty gave you fingers for?"
