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A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.

Ezra ruminates on interest rates on a rock outside of the Commonwealth Bank down in Lindisfarne. His conclusion? The elasticity of substitution is under-appreciated...

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults.

Riding a horse into a deserted town centre for a high noon shoot-out is so passée. We use scooters now.