You just lost The Game.

“Sir,” said the shepherd, “poverty is a great sharpener of the wits. […]

When a female friend of mine questioned Robert Wright, the author of The Moral Animal and one of the prime popularisers of this position, about some of his unshakable convictions in the male-female contrariety, he opened his eyes wide, stared at her, and said, manfully, You don’t know what it’s like.

YES! in the sea of life enisl’d, / With echoing straits between us thrown, / Dotting the shoreless watery wild, / We mortal millions live alone.