What Happened?

One of the truly great, neat things about humans is like, if you keep one penned up for a while with pigs, he’ll begin to grunt.  (A singular, and potentially profitable trait, indeed.)

One fifth-right City father told his equally so son, “Son, never think while someone ELSE is talking.”

No need to berate, or perhaps even use, your own little memory, for what happened is whatever the king SAID happened.

Seeking help on the basis of appealing to another’s humanity doesn’t strike me as the best way to go about it.

Heard again, from that particular Claims Department I mentioned in the City, the following declaration: “Yes, I will admit that it IS a stalwart example of its type, but it’s still not mine.”

J.