*image by Ben Harubin

In his striving for ever increasing efficiency,
one man has made further condensations in his personal dictionary
by combining the listings of the words -- treating them as synonyms –
weak, stupid, lazy, and annoyed.

So pondered one chap:
"How can thinking be so much fun, and on the other hand such an irritant?"
...And as he waited for an answer to come to him, he finally realized that part of the answer was the fact that no answer would be forthcoming.

The man race is divided into two groups
(actually 34, but for the sake of this, 2):
one group which is always upset
to be told that they have missed their train,
and another much smaller band which is annoyed
to find that the trains are still running.

Even though words have no power, they can provide pleasure –
the question then is what is your pleasure?

How To Faultlessly Judge Your Immaturity:
You still worry over behavior.

And a man wrote the king:
"What else is there to worry about?"
And as always, with much pleasure did His Grace receive a fresh example
of a good subject's steadfast allegiance, known to a few beyond The Liege's grasp as
"unwavering, senseless submission to the mind's meaningless attachment
to external matters of the kingdom."