To call in the statistician after the experiment is done may be no more than asking him to perform a post-mortem examination: he may be able to say what the experiment died of.
To consult the statistician after an experiment is finished is often merely to ask him to conduct a post mortem examination. He can perhaps say what the experiment died of.
I like French films, Chabrol in particular. With him, you often get a skewed morality in which you sympathise with the person you shouldn't.
It was as if life could be shown but never explained, and words - all the words that did not say things directly - were for him the most truthful.
The new music, the bebop and modern jazz, wasn't music to him. It was choppy noise pretending to make music out of traffic jams.
I think there are people watching me, and if ever I manage to save £1,000 there's someone saying, 'Oh, we'll invent a tax to take that off him.'
We know how Merce Cunningham works and how he thinks - we've been told, over and over again, by him and by others.
We suspect Dr. Clutterbuck's sense of hearing must be injured: for him the 'ear trumpet' magnifies but distorts sound, rendering it less distinct than before.
I'll never get used to living without Mo, but the painful things that surround what happened to him aren't so painful any more-not so raw or so new.
He is my unicorn, though... That's how I felt falling in love with him, as if I'd found a creature of myth.
I knew that my father was going to die of heart disease, and I was trying to make a heart for him.
Freud was a hero. He descended to the Underworld and met there stark terrors. He carried with him his theory as a Medusa's head which turned these terrors to stone.
Barack Obama doesn't think this country should be number one. If it were number 35 it'd be fine with him.
One of my relatives invented the sensory deprivation tank. Appropriately, most of my family has never seen or heard of him.
Nah," I said. "But if it does, just tell him I said to get back on the bike." "What?" "He'll understand.
The doctor should be opaque to his patients and, like a mirror, should show them nothing but what is shown to him.
Plimpton was a presence. He looked for ways in which he could make himself ridiculous. That made him a great storyteller.
He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.
Wine makes a man more pleased with himself; I do not say it makes him more pleasing to others.
A fly, Sir, may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but, one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still.
Real MEN don't need a woman covering for him because a Real MAN IS a woman's covering!
