A Frenchman, in his own Country, would dress a fine Dinner of twenty Dishes, and all genteel and pretty, for the Expence he will put an English Lord to for dressing one Dish. But then there is the little petty Profit. … So much is the blind Folly of this Age, that they would rather be impos'd on by a French Booby, than give Encouragement to a good English Cook!

I have no idea where this conversation is going. Shall we head it off the page and say this is The End.

Al can't take sun shots in the fog to check their location, so David adjusts the propellers to climbing pitch and opens the throttles to maximum boost, easing the control column back.

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