If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I’d carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like “Hey, look. He’s carrying a soldering iron!” and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, “That’s right, it’s a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice.” Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.
— Jack Handey
The Stuff of Thought: Language as a Window into Human Nature by Steven Pinker
The Hero with a Thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell
JavaScript: The Good Parts by Douglas Crockford
Homo Ludens by Johan Huizinga
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