This is the twentieth century, for what it’s worth. It’s not the age of reason, or even the nineteenth century, it’s the era of flummery, and the day of the devious approach. Reason’s gone into the backrooms where it works to devise means by which people can be induced to emote in the desired direction.

Tell me you're using clean works at least.

There will be a charge of five dollars.

The tongue of a giraffe is two feet long according to a late authority. He probably didn’t dare mention the length of a giraffess’ tongue.