i have undeniable, final, total, and complete proof that grubbing is part of the meaning of life:
from Life, the Universe, and Everything
Chapter Six
In it was a table, a long one. Around it were gathered about a dozen chairs, of the bentwood style. On it was a tablecloth --- a grubby, red and white check tablecloth, scarred with the occasional cigarette burn, each, presumably, at a precise calculated mathematical position.
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Q.E.D.
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