I personally think there's going to be a greater demand in 10 years for liberal arts majors than there were for programming majors and maybe even engineering, because when the data is all being spit out for you, options are being spit out for you, you need a different perspective in order to have a different view of the data.
... whatever may be the talents of the persons who meet together in [American] society, the very shape, form, and arrangement of the meeting is sufficient to paralyze conversation. The women invariably herd together at one part of the room, and the men at the other ... The gentlemen spit, talk of elections and the price of produce, and spit again. The ladies look at each other's dresses till they know every pin by heart ...
I spit on your happiness! I spit on your idea of life-that life that must go on, come what may. You are all like dogs that lick everything they smell. You with your promise of a humdrum happiness-provided a person doesn't ask much of life. I want everything of life, I do; and I want it now! I want it total, complete: otherwise I reject it! I will not be moderate. I will not be satisfied with the bit of cake you offer me if I promise to be a good little girl. I want to be sure of everything this very day; sure that everything will be as beautiful as when I was a little girl. If not, I want to die!
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
IM THE BIG MIC MAN I GOT LYRICS FOR THE GASH, WEED MAN AND MASH MAN YOU KNOW HOW WE GO WE KEEP IT TALIBAN BADDERMAN, SHOWERMAN, WE KEEP IT STRAIGHT UP GOLLY MAN JAWSIDE! THATS WHAT THIS LYRIC IS, IN YA JAWSIDE! THATS WHAT THIS LYRIC IS, NO MISS, JUS SPITS, JUS HOLD YA TIGHT SHITS DON'T STEP TO THIS WHEN IM ON A SPIT WHEN I'M ON THE SPIT, YOU WANT TO RUN QUICK THEY WASNT PHYSICALLY FIT, THEY WASNT LYRICALLY FIT THEY WASNT WIT IT FOR THE GIGANTIC, MI ANTICS NOOG SHOT, JAWSIDE, RUN AWAY SHIT WHAT YOU THINK IM BUSSIN NUMO FLOWS LIKE YOU AN THEM NUMERALS NAH, ITS A RUNAWAY TING, NO ONE BONES IN, I KNOW WHAT I DO WIT JAWSIN