… but so long as huge accumulated deficits are made to hang like a Damoclean sword over every Regional headquarters, detail improvements that promise savings have unfortunately rather more prospect of achievement than those that offer a chance of making money.
What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
Twelfth Night is particularly a time fo fore-tellings; if there is a skilled rune-reader or someone with spae-craft in the group, this is when they should cast or speak for the year ahead.
I don't want the worst characters in hell to be running after me with friendly messages and little testimonials of admiration for Smythe, and blowing about his talents, and bragging on him, and belching their villainous fire and brimstone all through the atmosphere and making my place smell worse than a menagerie.
