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‘	Death and disaster are at our shoulders every second of our lives, trying to get at us. Missing, a lot of the time. A lot of miles on the motorway without a front wheel blow-out. A lot of viruses that slither through our bodies without snagging. A lot of pianos that fall a minute after we’ve passed. Or a month, it makes no difference. So unless we’re going to get down on our knees and give thanks every time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes. Us, or anyone else. Because we’re not comparing it with anything.	’
Hugh Laurie. The Gun Seller.

LIMIT CYCLE

Дошёл до личного предела в стрельбе из лука: ленность мозга не позволяет сосредоточиваться (upd: а именно выключать мозг) "по требованию" в момент совершения выстрела.