http://www.livejournal.com/users/pandemo/347682.html
Nothing endures; nothing is precise and certain (except the mind of a pedant); perfection is the mere repudiation of that ineluctable marginal inexactitude which is the mysterious inmost quality of Being.
- -- H. G. Wells
If you're feeling sassy because you can say "Rubber baby buggy bumpers" rapidly five times in a row, reglue your dentures and try reading that quote from Wells aloud without error... Profound, but unpronuncable...
