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The Maxims, Reflections, and Wisdom of Captain Nigellus Banks, Authored by Himself

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The following are excerpts from the notebooks of Captain Nigellus Banks. Gathered from the recently-discovered ephemera of Banks, a character for whom history so frequently remains silent, these brief items were likely planned for eventual publication, as several notes indicate. The lack of capitalization and other idiosyncrasies belong to Banks himself.
many thoughts are like fruit on the vine: if held too long, they soften and rot.
we are all insignificant flecks of insect and dung on the solar shields of time. to aspire to anything greater is merely human, though to succeed is despair and folly.
i am always hungry. hunger is the signature of humanity.
one should always disdain perfection. what is perfect is usually out of place, and what is out of place is either vulgar or beautiful: vulgar if it remains too long and beautiful if it stays not long enough.
never fear contradiction. one is more likely to encounter a hundred fleeting arguments than to intersect any one or two lasting truths.
sometimes i review these little notes that i have made and admire them, yet despise myself. from these writings it is clear that i am most likable at a distance.
the wisdom of the complaint is in its delivery: eloquence, brevity, conclusion.
like and admiration hardly go hand in hand. i doubt they ever have much to do with one another at all.
i could never be paid enough to think, though i have often made enough to forget that.
life proceeds in stalemate.
someday the desire for mystery and fresh questions will spread so far and so deeply into the social psyche that the simplicity of adult "knowing" and "understanding" will appear as ridiculous and strange as public defecation. until then, I stay out of the streets and classrooms as much as possible.
we work frequently in our labors, but too often fail to see the labor accomplished through our rest.