Gone are the dark days of myopic ruinism and the primitive huts of fragmented postmodern pessimism. As visionary idealists, we must escape the oppressive grip of cynical postmodern despair ...

The second, and more mathsy, way of working out the probability is like this: […]

The landlady now returned to know if we did not choose a more genteel apartment.

So that's the story- God did not smote us for that story. We finished the whole thing. Penn Jillette in Las Vegas with Michale Goudeau- we'll be back, we'll take some phone calls. God hath not smote my ass!