Tom Robbins Quotes
Can O'Beans Was To Remark That A Comparison Between The American Cowpoke And, Say, The Japanese Samurai, Left The Cowboy Looking Rather Shoddy. 'Before A Samurai Went Into Battle,' Can O' Beans Was To Say, 'he Would Burn Incense In His Helmet So That If His Enemy Took His Head, He Would Find It Pleasant To His Nose. Cowboys, On The Other Hand, Hardly Ever Bathed Or Changed Their Crusty Clothing. If A Samurai's Enemy Lost His Sword, The Samurai Gave Him His Extra One So That The Fight Might Continue In A Manner Honorable And Fair. The Cowboy's Specialty Was To Shoot Enemies In The Back From Behind A Bush. Do You Begin To See The Difference?' Spoon And Dirty Sock Would Wonder How Can O' Beans Knew So Much About Samurai. 'Oh, I Sat On The Shelf Next To A Box Of Imported Rice Crackers For Over A Month,' Can O' Beans Would Explain. 'One Can Learn A Lot Conversing With Foreigners.
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