an oaten cake

The next town east, Colgan, is littered with semicollapsed houses and rusting automobiles; an older man I spotted working on some kind of machine in his yard told me there were six residents left.

And do you think my Dame Dobſon don't know a little better than you? She tells you, you need ſay no more, and 'tis an affront to her Art not to believe her; and I'le not ſee my Dame affronted.

Occam's razor, Hanlon's razor