“Imagine I am standing in a large wooden barn with an enormous machine gun. I place a blindfold over my eyes and, laughing manicaly, I fire off many thousands and thousands of bullets into the side of the barn. I then drop the gun, walk over to the wall, examine it closely for some time, all over, pacing up and down. I find one spot where there are three bullet holes close to each other, then draw a target around them, announcing proudly that I am an excellent marksman.”
— Ben Goldacre — Bad Science
