For I do believe, as I have often said in the years since *1986*, that
"life is in the mass and in the main"; however, some-people-like-me-
with-a-problem-I-guess take a while to "cotton onto" such an
obviousity.
And *in truth* it's me, rather than "Ol' Tub-of-Guts", who's
"Greening": economics and values both, period, *periodically*,
"periodicity". See ya 'round!
If we *must needs* be serious, though this isn't *my* problem, I will
"itemise" my dee-ductions: two restaurants, a *mediocre* office
building, a "concern", a dream of oatmeal, and a *domicile*. "Dig it";
or *doan*, I guess. [Off to drink *a beer or two*.]
However, in honor of my *dashed* hopes of drinking "twice-weekly" and
the citizens of "the Rose City", let me include a piece of 'popular
economics'
suitable to the occasion of "making one's pile". Roughly, one has
amassed
a "fortune" when it is *strictly equivalent* whether one's "mind" is
on one's
money or one's money is "on" one's mind; that is to say, the progress
of
common *mores* permit a growth and increase of *civic* sentiment that
allows one's economic stratagems to acquire a "fixity" superior to
that of
"still-fluid" ones; at that point "you have what you have what you
have", and
a way to signify an "openness to the loser-dom of the rich" is to pree-
cisely
"quote a figure"; you are nailing down *nothing at all* except that
one
*cares not at all* about the amount of money in question, as it could
either
grow or shrink to suit the taste of those who must "keep the scrip in
'check'";
so to speak, find one's legal title to property and *riches* suitable
to their
own "devices and purposes"; the ends of man, plural, which permit the
*attribution of ownership* to a "majoritarian" *sine ira et studio*.
(Sorry, I don't think I'll be working on much for a while; we may
allow meetings
of types divers to occur somewheres, but the only thing I plan to
write --
HALTINGLY, DAMMIT, HALTINGLY -- is "high literature" of an *agradable*
sort
during "the lifetime" and a posthumous work or two of curious interest.
Wait for it... wait for it...
)
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On the other hand, *I* might be wrong.
Jeff Rubard
And everything that you bleed --