Finance and money are much more puzzling than direct commercial profiteering for one's own hand with one's own little capital.

But I knew that my reasoning was post hoc, and another voice came in, mocking me, reminding me that post hoc reasoning is the consolation of the psychotic

Alas! the Story's short: Your Father’s dead. He would needs take water in a Sculler; And to save part of the Charges, going to row, overturned the Boat upon a Buoy […]

Then Bird judged a school beauty contest and was so taken with the thirteen-year-old winner — a wide-eyed and bathukolpic beauty with the improbable name of Cutie Francis — that he moved her into the prime minister's official residence.