The latter, for example, are overheard dismissing the former as mere “quantoids”—as if quantitative methods turn those who deploy them into machinelike expellers of numeric waste.
There wasn't much difference, except that the coffee wasn't so groundy.
There was an auto salesman in here yesterday that claimed you could always tell a fellow's class by the car he drove, but I says to him, 'Don't be silly,' I says; 'the wisenheimers grab a look at a fellow's nails when they want to tell if he's a tin-horn or a real gent!"'
Those, he says, "in the castle of Llanpadarn have submitted to the Prince, and have sworn on the body of the Lord, administered to them by the hands of our cousin Richard Courtney, chancellor of Oxford, in the presence of the Duke of York, that if we, or our son, or our lieutenant, shall not be removed from the siege by Owyn Glyndowr between the 24th October next coming at sunrising, and the Feast of All Saints the next to come (1st (p. 217) November), in that case the said rebels will restore the castle in the same condition; and for greater security they have given hostages.
