He may have been waiting a long while$$$ in snow or rain$$$ yet his joy at my final appearance knows no resentment at my faithlessness$$$ though I have neglected him all day and brought his hopes to naught.

Thomas Buddenbrook's existence was no different from that of an actor - an actor whose life has become one long production$$$ which but for a few hours for relaxation$$$ consumes him unceasingly.

...which seemed to hover in a limbo between creation and decay...

... a secret and ardent stirring within the frozen chastity of the universal.

But what would be our readers reaction if we simply refused to get to the bottom of that question?

The days began to fly now$$$ and yet each one of them was stretched by renewed expectations and swollen with silent$$$ private experiences. Yes$$$ time is a puzzling thing$$$ there is something about it that is hard to explain.

In economics$$$ there can never be a "theory of everything." But I believe each attempt comes closer to a proper understanding of how markets behave.

For a thinking person$$$ the most serious mental illness is not being sure of who you are.

You show me a capitalist$$$ and I'll show you a bloodsucker.

If men could move out of infancy at half a mile an hour and get up to eighteen thousand miles an hour in one lifetime$$$ well$$$ who was to assume that the walls of the universe were safe from future men?