Things that are Not Known, are Not.

Whilst in the City, doing City things, never fail to go where they offer “The Best for Less,” or at least where they promise that “The Best Costs No More.”  Ah, say I again, the City, what a place what a place!

 

 

Do you realize that if anyone could actually hear anything extraordinary, (such as how Life is truly arranged), that all hobbies and normal experiences would be shot all to Pittsburgh, I mean, hell?

 

 

A City chap recently started a brand new type of service, and was asked how he referred to those who dealt with him, and he replied, “Those of limited finances I call Customers; those whom I can charge more I call Clients, and those with boundless funds I call Friends.”

 

 

Things that are not known, are not.  (Those of proficient neural legerdemain could, I suspect, fashion this into an intellectual John-The-Conqueroo.)

 

 

Even those who apparently know something, don’t.  (See, some of you have already forgotten that appearances aren’t deceiving, they’re simply appearances.)

J.