Stolen from the late David Foster Wallace and aphoristically retooled by your humble host for presentation here:
The epitome of savoir-faire is to know exactly where on the inside of the stall door to carve BEWARE OF LIMBO DANCERS
And,
As Socrates is reported to have said when handed the hemlock, “Life sucks and then spits you into a Dixie cup.”
It is easy to say that the suicide of David Foster Wallace was the result of chronic depression. But the embedded humor in the second (if you'll excuse the term) gag above suggests that he may have suffered from Gnostic tendencies; and the first hints strongly of an acute, urgent, and intractable precosity which may have become unbearable as he entered middle age.
