It was dangerous lunacy$$$ but it was also the kind of thing a real connoisseur of edge-work could make an argument for.

Don't judge your taco by its price

No$$$ this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.

In countries where all the crooked politicians wear pin-striped suits$$$ the best people are bare-assed.

I think that maybe if women and children were in charge we would get somewhere.

But art should require no instrument but memory.

... I regularly frequent St.

Perhaps in Vanity Fair there are no better satires than letters. Take a bundle of your dear friends of ten years back$$$ your dear friend whom you hate now. Look at a file of your sisters! How you clung to each other till you quarreled about the twenty-pound legacy! Get down the round-hand scrawls of your son who has half broken your heart with selfish undutifulness since; or a parcel of your own$$$ breathing endless ardour and love eternal$$$ which were sent back by your mistress when she married the Nabob$$$ your mistress for whom you now care no more than for Queen Elizabeth.

I don't know if I'm partisan to the underdog or whether I'm the underdog.

Calm and repose are what he prizes; victory (by force of arms) is to him undesirable.