“Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.”

“Though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are still pretty glorious. ”

“Sometimes I’d get mad because things didn’t work out so well, I’d spoil a flapjack, or slip in the snowfield while getting water, or one time my shovel went sailing down into the gorge, and I’d be so mad I’d want to bite the mountaintops and would come in the shack and kick the cupboard and hurt my toe. But let the mind beware, though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.”

“In the flesh,” Maharet said. “In the flesh all wisdom begins. Beware the thing that has no flesh. Beware the gods, beware the idea, beware the devil.”

“For one quarter, Black Tiger lets me escape from my rotten existence for three glorious hours. Pretty good deal.”

“Beware of bugs in the above code; I have only proved it correct, not tried it.”