Lottery

An ash-gray dog with

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An ash-gray dog with a white blaze on its forehead burst onto the rough terrain of the market on the first Sunday in December, knocked down tables of fried food, overturned Indians’ stalls and lottery kiosks, and bit four people who happened to cross its path. Gabriel Garcia Marquez

At the mention of

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At the mention of the name and offence of this degraded being a great sound went up from the entire multitude – a universal cry of execration, not greatly dissimilar from that which may be frequently heard in the crowded Temple of Impartiality when the one whose duty it is to take up, at a … Read more

Thankfully the rest of

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Thankfully the rest of the world assumed that the Irish were crazy, a theory that the Irish themselves did nothing to debunk. They had somehow got it into their heads that each fairy lugged around a pot of gold with him wherever he went. While it was true that LEP had a ransom fund, because … Read more

I think competition in

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I think competition in any kind of activity like music, art, literature – anything that’s not done with a timer – is actually impossible. So, in effect, what you’re doing is you’re entering the lottery. You’re hoping that you play well (and that) you play your best on the day that you’re heard, and you’re … Read more

There\\’s a wonderful old

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There’s a wonderful old Italian joke about a poor man who goes to church every day and prays before the statue of a great saint,’Dear saint-please, please, please…give me the grace to win the lottery.’ This lament goes on for months. Finally the exasperated statue come to life, looks down at the begging man and … Read more