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In Our Time, The Curse Is Monetary Illiteracy, Just As Inability To Read Plain Print Was The Curse Of Earlier Centuries.

I Guess The Definition Of A Lunatic Is A Man Surrounded By Them.

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I Have Never Known Anyone Worth A Damn Who Wasn't Irascible.

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