There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write. -William Makepeace Thackeray, novelist (1811-1863).

I can see it now. That quotation resounding through his or her head. The machine, the new pen, its hum/whine providing background sound. Keyboards primed, fingers freshly cracked - poised, eyes closed, mind in meditative focus. The posture, the attitude, the technology - a three way harmony. A scene set to tease and seduce the unplumbed inspirations to the surface of the consciousness. Then it comes, made suddenly clear in an epiphanic moment of creative urging - with fingers trembling, fearful lest the moment is lost, the distilled essence of an idea is born: "gallery free animal fuck directory." Another Google hit from someone whose mind has settled in an altogether darker place.

I refuse to give the quote italics purposefully; what an insult to the great WMT it would be if the scuzzo who typed those words in search of those hideous interests were to be given the same grammatical weight as him. On the same page!