The intelligence of that creature known as a crowd is the square root of the number of people in it.

. . . you worked for Harry King, they said, because a broken leg was bad for business, and Harry King was all about business.

The intelligence of the creature known as a crowd, is the square root of the number of people in it.

Mobs have passions, not brains.

It's always best on these occasions to do what the mob do.' 'But suppose there are two mobs?' suggested Mr. Snodgrass. 'Shout with the largest,' replied Mr. Pickwick.

Maybe the only significant difference between a really smart simulation and a human being was the noise they made when you punched them.