Originally Posted by WhateverDude

I found a beetle in a jar of unopened mustard today. He shat all over the lid so I had to throw it all away. When I let him out in the backyard, he looked confused and kept walking in circles. I figure being a little critter like that, stuck in a jar of something like mustard... musta been like being tear gassed for however long he was in there. So I stepped on him and said a prayer.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.