Inspired by TS Eliot's Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock:
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
It is not supposed to be an ultra-refined masterpiece nor is it an illustration of the stanza I quoted, so if your response is to ask about some squiggly line or why he doesn't look exactly like your image of an old man descending stairs, let me preemptively tell you to shut up.
A desperate disease requires a dangerous remedy.
A major source of objection to a free economy is precisely that it gives people what they want instead of what a particular group thinks they ought to want. Underlying most arguments against the free market is a lack of belief in freedom itself.
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A major source of objection to a free economy is precisely that it gives people what they want instead of what a particular group thinks they ought to want. Underlying most arguments against the free market is a lack of belief in freedom itself.
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