Talking about tarriffs, the lift-boy, who reads extensively between the landings, says it won't do to tax raw commodities. What, exactly, is a raw commodity? Mrs. Van Challaby says men are raw commodities till you marry them; after they've struck Mrs. Van C., I can fancy they pretty soon become a finished article. Certainly she's had a good deal of experience to support her opinion. She lost one husband in a railway accident, and mislaid another in the Divorce Court, and the current one has just got himself squeezed in a Beef Trust. 'What was he doing in a Beef Trust, anyway?' she asked tearfully, and I suggested that perhaps he had an unhappy home. I only said it for the sake of making conversation; which it did. Mrs. Van Challaby said things about me which in her calmer moments she would have hesitated to spell. It's a pity people can't discuss fiscal matters without getting wild.
The world is more straightforward than you think. (Unless you're one of THOSE people, of course, in which case it is more complicated.)
Tuesday 13 October 2009
saki on the financial crisis
I have been neglecting the classics. Here is Reginald on tarriffs:
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