Stærðfræði er áhugaverð.

Í dag kreisti ég heimsins elstu og ógeðslegustu stálull.
Í dag snýtti ég mér í heila klósettrúllu.
Í dag las ég þetta um 150 sinnum:

Cyrus took Adam to walk with him one late afternoon, and the black conclusions of all his study and his thinking came out and flowed with a kind of thick terror over his son. He said, "I'll have you know that a soldier is the most holy of all humans because he is the most tested - most tested of all. I'll try to tell you. Look now - in all of history men have been taught that killing men is an evil thing not to be countenanced. Any man who kills must be destroyed because this is a great sin, maybe the worst sin we know. And then we take a soldier and put murder in his hands and we say to him, 'Use it well, use it wisely.' We put no checks on him. Go out and kill as many of a certain kind of classification of your brothers as you can. And we will reward you for it because it is a violation of your early training."
Adam wet his dry lips and tried to ask and failed and tried again. "Why do they have to do it?" he said. "Why is it?"
Cyrus was deeply moved and he spoke as he had never spoken before. "I don't know," he said. "I've studied and maybe learned how things are, but I'm not even close to why they are.