When a cat is dropped, it always lands on its feet. When toast is dropped, it always lands butter-side-down. I propose to strap buttered toast to the back of a cat, butter facing up. The two will hover, spinning, inches above the ground. With a giant buttered-toast/cat array, a high-speed monorail could easily link New York with Chicago.
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A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.
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Deliberation. The act of examining one's bread to determine which side it is buttered on.
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I cast my bread on the waters long ago. Now it's time for you to send it back to me-toasted and buttered on both sides.
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Deliberation, n.: The act of examining one's bread to determine which side it is buttered on.
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