second edition: augustus hill of oz quotes

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It's called the butterfly effect. A butterfly starts flapping its wings in China, and over the course of time, that little movement of air becomes a hurricane in Texas. One day, you got a butterfly dancing on a flower. The next, you got pianos stuck in trees. The little butterfly, he didn't know any better. He was just out looking for food, for love, for some kind of satisfaction.

Goldfish.
They live their whole lives in 30-second intervals. Every half minute, their little brain forgets what the last half minute of their life was like. In other words, when this little goldfish is happy, he thinks he's been happy his whole life since his whole life was only 30 seconds ago. And when this little goldfish is hungry, he thinks he's been hungry his whole life. And when he's dying, this little goldfish thinks he's been dying his whole life. Imagine that. Death being the only life this little goldfish will ever know.

Those National Geographic specials, they're popular here at Oz. All those wild beasts attacking each other, ferocious lions running down to the watering hole, brutalizing antelopes and gazelles. How come there's never a programme where the animals get along, where they help each other? Is it possible for, say, a flat-billed platypus to help a green-eyed cockatoo cross the street?

So, what is it that separates you and me from the goldfish, the butterfly, the flat billed platypus? Our minds, huh? Our souls, huh? That fact that we can get HBO? Well maybe it's that humans are the only species to put other animals in cages. Put its own kind in cages.

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Yeah. Everybody wants to escape from Oz. 'Course truth is, there is no escape. I mean, let's say you manage to sneak out. Then you gotta run and keep running. The life of running away ain't no life at all. Better to stay put, face reality, deal with what you got and make the best of it. Yeah, the measure of a man is not where he lives, but how. How he makes the best of it.

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They say that every snowflake is different. But how can they really be sure? I mean, think about all the snowflakes that have fallen all over the world throughout Earth's history. The law of averages dictates that at least two of them had to be similar. Like human beings, like the men in Oz, even if they start out unique, they end up the same.

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Now, you'd think a doctor or two would be on the top of the list of the greatest person of the millennium. I mean, doctors do research, discover diseases. But no one's gonna see Dr. Epstein-Barr, Dr. Norman-Barre, Dr. Down, and Dr. Alzheimer on any list. 'Cause for all their hard work, hearing their names fills us with dread. Their names make us sick.

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When Napoleon died in Exile, the doctors cut off his dick. They put his dick in an ornate jar and gave it to his priest; don't ask me why. Over the years, Napoleon's dick was sold and sold again to the highest bidder. To this day, at least three people claim to own Napoleon's dick. But you see, it's not important who owns the real dick. The big question is, well... who the fuck do those other two dicks belong to?

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