Having second thoughts, I softened my criticism.

Yet the economic seers are at it again, seemingly unabashed by their somewhat less than stellar performances in 1969.

Old Applegate, in the stern, just set and looked at me, and Lord James, amidship, waved both arms and kept hollering for help. I took a couple of everlasting big strokes and managed to grab hold of the skiff's rail, close to the stern.

If the vincent could actually be persuaded to play a game, the professionals always won in the end, either because of their superior skill or because of such stratagems as those described by Greene […]