With four earthfuls of people (by pre-mechanized standards), and with reasons to doubt the stability of an ecosystem modified by the drawdown method, the post-exuberant world found itself facing serious trouble.

Mother by hys sonne he hathe sende me a letter / Promysynge hereafter to be to vs better / And you and I with my greate clubbe / Muste walke to him and eate a solybubbe / and we shall make merye / and synge tyrle on the berye […]

His habits of thriftlessness have made him accustomed to yielding to impulses.

Last summer, Georgia was hit by the mightiest heat wave in living memory.