The teacup was a lovely, fragile thing of bone china, pure milk white in the thickest parts and transparent lavender-white in the thinnest areas of design. When it was held up to the light, these differences drew a pattern that was lovely and delicate. It was an antique, part of a collection that was used monthly, when it was her turn to host the bridge club. The members of the club always commented on whichever cup they had, admiring them and enjoying each one's uniqueness.
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Cannibalism? by David O. Bales John 6:56-69
“What’s with Rufus?” Longinus asked. “Makes sense he wants to dash to the village every moment he’s off duty, but when I ask him if he wants to go trolling the streets with me, he says ‘no.’ He always used to.”
According to the story, once when the great Greek mathematician Euclid was teaching a king about geometry his pupil complained because the subject was hard. Wasn’t there an easier path to knowledge? Euclid informed the king that there is no royal road to learning.