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“A salesman called on my wife the other day and tried to sell her a freezer. You'll save a fortune on your food bills, he promised. I can't tell you how much you'll save. It'll be tremendous. Said my wife: I'm sure you're right, but we're already saving a fortune with our new car by not taking the bus. We're saving a fortune with our new washing machine by not sending out the laundry. We're saving a fortune with our new dishwasher by giving up the maid. The plain truth is that right now we just can't afford to save any more!”

“A salesman, like the storage battery in your car, is constantly discharging energy. Unless he is recharged at frequent intervals he soon runs dry. This is one of the greatest responsibilities of sales leadership.”

“A sampler of England's hottest 'chefs' would include a mostly hairless young blond lad named Jamie Oliver, who is referred to as the Naked Chef. As best as I can comprehend, he's a really rich guy who pretends he scoots around on a Vespa, hangs out in some East End cold-water flat, and cooks green curry for his 'mates'. He's a TV chef, so few actually eat his food. I've never seen him naked. I believe the 'Naked' refers to his 'simple, straightforward, unadorned' food; though I gather that a great number of matronly housewives would like to believe otherwise. Every time I watch his show, I want to go back in time and bully him at school.”

“A sandwich loaf (for those who don't know) is a beautiful creation, a multilayer sandwich disguised as a cake. It had fallen out of fashion in recent years, but at one time it was all the rage to serve at bridal showers and christenings. To make a sandwich loaf, you take one loaf of bread, slice it horizontally, and fill each layer with a different filling. The loaves from Scandia were filled with three layers: chicken salad, ham salad, and egg salad. Then the whole thing is frosted with cream cheese, piped with flowers and waves until it becomes a floofy white log. To serve it, you slice it vertically like a cake, each piece containing the three different layers.”

“A sane psychological religion can be constructed, and Jungian psychology is the best route to it. Jordan Peterson should be using his undoubted intellect to create a new religion for a new Age – a psychological religion, by which is meant a religion that is predicated on the work of the great psychologists. Jungian psychology will of course be at its core. The last thing we need is the rebirth of Judeo-Christianity. Rather than draw archetypes from the past, which lock us into the past, we need archetypes to lead us into the future. We need the world’s greatest psychologists working on constructing the healthiest, sanest religion there has ever been, one which changes human psychology forever and makes us the masters of our own fate.”

“A sannyasin is one who has no prejudices, who has not chosen any ideology to be his own, who is choicelessly aware of all that is. In this choicelessness you will be in the middle. The moment you choose, you choose some extreme. The moment you choose, you choose against something; otherwise there is no question of choice. Being in a choiceless awareness is another meaning of being in the middle.”

“A sapient cat looking at humanity's salad garden buffet designed by God would not be seen as so much a paradise if the divine is seen as giving this to intelligent cats. It would be seen as quite the opposite. Since cats use plants as emetics and also lack the ability to taste sweet, Eden would be a rather hellish place. It would be a place where God might send a cat to punish the feline. This is because fruits and vegetation to eat would be a place to eat bland foods that cause one to vomit. It would hardly be a beneficial place for cats if this was a place of divine refuge where death did not exist. Again the immortal state would place cats in a rather hellish environment.”

“A sarokban a tűzifahalomnál öregember ült. Egymásra szorított tenyérrel alig hallhatóan, ismeretlen szavakat mormolva imádkozott. Világított a szeme. Z. félt tőle. Nálunk bújik a bácsi, súgta az apja. Mikor évekkel később beszélgettek a háborúról, megkérdezte apját, mi lett a bácsival, aki a pincénkben bújt el. Nem tudom, mondta az apja. Zsidó volt, üldözték őket. A kórházban is voltak zsidó orvos barátaim, elvitték, megölték őket hagytátok?”