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WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?
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WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability. Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out. Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment Douglas Adams: Forty-two. Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road Oliver North: National Security was at stake. B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded
into the Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed Aristotle: To actualize its potential. Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken- Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing Salvador Dali: The Fish. Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death. Epicurus: For fun. Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it. Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it. Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain. Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken David Hume: Out of custom and habit. Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored) Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road? Ronald Reagan: I forget. John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the The Sphinx: You tell me. Mr. T: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too! Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated. Molly Yard: It was a hen! Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side. Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages. Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud. The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that. Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings. Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl. Othello: Jealousy. Dr Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, Mrs Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning. Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph. Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er. Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter) Hamlet: That is not the question. Donne: It crosseth for thee. Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey. Constable: To get a better view. |