“And
is the grass-plot round a sun-dial, I suppose?” said Alice, surprised at her own ingenuity.
“Of course it is. It’s called ‘wabe,’ you know, because it goes a long way before it, and a long way behind it—”
“And a long way beyond it on each side,” Alice added.
I have found a replacement for the late, lamented Fake Steve Jobs:
Excessive swearing, but charming in its anger; and dead-on, especially describing design problems that could have been fixed years ago had egos not been in the way.
Everbody wants to save the earth—nobody wants to help Mom to do the dishes. — P. J. O’Rourke
