I highlighted my textbooks with a black Magic Marker. I want to shave my head and go to my ten year class reunion. Most of the class clowns in my high school are doing time now. That's what research students are for. In 1939, someone asked Dr. Gaffney Fluff about the practical purpose for his fission research.
Statistics tell a story that letters can only spell out.
The bartender asked him if he'd like a beer. I took a test in Existentialism. A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in NO other way. Just tell us what they are and we won't use them. I once had a writer who was a college graduate, who was VERY critical of my grammar.