[On randomly generated sentences.] I think that it is hard to read
such material without amusement. I feel a little admiration as well. I would
never write, 'It happened one frosty look of trees waving gracefully against
the wall.' I almost wish I could. Poor poets endlessly rhyme love with dove,
and they are constrained by their highly trained mediocrity never to write a
good line. In some sense, a stochastic process can do better; it at least has
a chance.
-- J. R. Pierce, Symbols, Signals, and Noise
