You might suspect that you’ve lived something close to a Revolutionist’s life, if they offer to bury you for free.
Conversation Number 23-G:
“The worst is yet to come.”
“No, the best is yet to come.”
And a wrap-up voice injected,
“No, no, the REST is yet to come.”
There is this rather hairy gent behind a counter at one City bank, who, when asked the date, sometimes replies, “The ninth of Maybe.”
When you’re dead and fully caught up in City affairs, you’ll no doubt know things you don’t know now. Whether its worth the bother is, I guess, a matter of taste.
Folks, I gotta tell you:
From a certain angle
EVERY body looks funny.