[…] abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul.

Now, see here, mister, you get right back into that brush, a bargain's a bargain and you're not near the tree yet. “But I'se jest—” “Never mind now, you just misfigured a trifle, that's all, and I stay in the open till the tree is reached.”

But those who were slammed, truly slammed, were those who had more on the stock side of their portfolios than they should have. It happens, and it happens especially after bull markets, as investors saw in the several years prior[…]

The whitling and the finner, or finnoc, have been supposed by many to be young salmon.