It is redundant to say or to write "and et cetera" (meaning: "and and so forth") since et means "and".
When speaking, the abbreviation, etc. is not pronounced by itself; instead, the full phrase is pronounced. One should say, et cetera (et SET uhr uh [English] or et KAY teh ruh [Latin]).
There is a quote from 1578 by a John Florio, who said, "The heaviest thing that is, is one Etcetera [sic]." It was considered the heaviest because it implied a number of unspecified things, too numerous to mention. Lawyers' etceteras [sic], in their bills of costs, were proverbial. The French had a saying, "Heaven protect us from a lawyer's etceteras [sic]." The same admonition could refer to misc. or "miscellaneous".
Beware of etc. because it can be the costliest item in an expense account. It is also considered to be a sign used in an effort to make others believe that someone knows more than he/she does in reality.
Used by more than a few
To make people think
They know more than they do.
The result will always be 198. For example, 123 would become 321; subtract 123 from 321, and the answer is 198.
Try it and see for yourself.
The window of opportunity wont open itself.
Change is not merely necessary to life. It is life.
Why is it when we talk to God were prayingbut when God talks to us, were schizophrenic?
The nice thing about egotists is that they dont talk about other people.
The trouble with ignorance is that it picks up confidence as it goes along.
Politics is said to come from the Greek prefix, poly, meaning many; and ticks, meaning blood sucking insects. A pretty good description, wouldnt you say?
Like the proverbial bolt out of the blue: Tornadoes may take out whole neighborhoods. Hurricanes may threaten whole states. But lightning, on average, kills more people every year than tornadoes and hurricanes combined.
In Florida, Seventy-one people have been hurt so far this year, compared to the usual yearly toll of 30; five have died.
Says Bob OBrien of the National Safety Council: Lightning is going to strike, and you dont want to be there when it does.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
Good-morning, and he glittered when he walked.
And he was richyes, richer than a king
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in this place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.