by jr paruolo
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"At that point I ought to have gone away, but a strange sensation rose up in me, a sort of defiance of fate, a desire to challenge it, to put out my tongue at it. I laid down the largest stake allowe-four thousand gulden-and lost it. Then, getting hot, I pulled out all I had left, staked it on the same number, and lost again, after which I walked away from the table as though I were stunned. I could not even grasp what had happened to me." - Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Gambler
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Look up my friend -
when you win it's sunny
hip hip hooray–
It's raining money –
But it sure is hard
to get back in the game
When you're a gambling man
and don't have any
When the cards you're dealt
All die on the felt
When the blistering dice
turn colder than ice
When Lady Luck
takes your last buck
And skips out of town
on the last Greyhound
Yes, it sure is hard
to get back in the game
when you're a gambling man
and it stops raining money
Thursday, January 08, 2009
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