Temer e Gilmar

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If Not A One, Than A Zero

th[3] This is the story of John Smith; a common and uncommon man. He lives on an island. The Island bares his name. He is the wise, the renaissance, the constant, the legend, the myth, the man; he is the island.

When asked why he hasn’t acquired and accomplished more he states, “I choose not to extend beyond my present limits. That will merely take from another endeavor.”

At the age of 22 while serving as a professor at Princeton he toured the Library of Congress in Washington, D. C.

One student ask, “Is it possible to know everything in this library.”

John smiled. “Why not?”

“How could it be accomplished?” the student said.

“Compress everything in the library to the size of a postage stamp,” John said. “Take out all the redundancy and all the wasted space.”

“How can that be done?” the student said.

“I don’t have the year…

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