The phantastic thing about it is that in this 20th century it has become a habit of so-called scientists, instead of looking into a microscope and seeing the blue in the bions and the blood corpuscles, instead of putting cancer patients into orgone accumulators and seeing whether it works or not, they run to biopaths in order to listen to opinions about this work, as if natural functions could be judged by opinions.

The U.S. ski team beat the stuffing out of the Austrians in Alpine, but Norway took the gold home in Nordic.

The horse drank a whole bucket of water.

And yet Jones is perfect in Fury Road, a deeply dangerous human weapon who, because of his infantile need for respect from his father, somehow turns out endearing even though we see him ripping an engine from the hood and throwing it at the good guys.