[…] had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.

Competition in this, as in every department of human industry, has secured the allodgement of 200 models of different machines for the same purpose, in our Patent Oflice—each inventor claiming to have excelled his competitors in the production of the best article.

Recently, researchers have focused on another disturbing consequence of negative news—compassion fatigue.

It is depressing to watch the bitterness of the disinherited in these sorting-pens; the surliness of outcasts and tradefallen failures—yet no sooner do they step ashore at the Battery than they fill their lungs with American air, which has a marvellous effect.