Very interesting points you all make. Reminds me of a famous Chinese story. One that I try to live by every day. Once upon a time, a poor Chinese good man was hungry. He was so poor that he couldnt buy many hot dogs to satisfy the stomach. So he buyed one. The hot dog was so delicious, and the poor man was more hungry. He couldnt bear it and ate the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth. But it was not enough to his appetite. Finally he spent the last coin for the sixth hot dog. Then he was no hungry and no money. What did I do? Why not ate the sixth first? I should have saved the five hot dogs money.
Tobacco they grow in Peking In the Year of the Locust You'll see A sad thing Even Cathy Berberian knows There's one roulade she can't sing Dumb luck my friend Won't suck me in this time
