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I'm sorry I'm late. I don't know why it's so hard lately you two, I mean, you try to chase them but there are maybe close to a billion it seems and they go all at once in at least so many directions. You end up with great handfuls of nothing to show for it. You wonder is it focus you lack? No, it is that it is their nature to avoid. You can't pin down nothing, nobody can. You don't want to catch them anyway. If you can catch them they'll make you eat them. Numbers, gentlemen. It comes down to nothing but the numbers for them said the Owl. Funny that, how they teach in school that it's the opposite. Numbers.
And it is on that point that we can clearly agree. As I state in my latest pamphlet, We will suppose the means of sustenance in any country just equal to the easy support of its inhabitants. The constant effort towards population...
Oh come off it Robert drolled the Fox no one wants to listen to your dismal science this soon into the morning. Punctuating his points languid spoon swoops just removed. China cup of black tea. Robert why do you twitch fingers in the jam so all the time. You should try one. Glass dish full of white squirming. He lifts something by a tail and delicately and it's gone.
Bad table manners is when you regurgitate them whole but the Owl though quite affected knows naught of this. And dabs at the corners of his beak with a corner of the linen tablecloth.
I remember the first says the one with spectacles, the Fox. He says I could hear them in the wall it sounded like popcorn next room popping so I got in there and had my way. Confinement helps but Owl I guess you never took well to small spaces.
I am sufficiency aware of the near connection of these two subjects, and that the causes which tend to increase the wealth of a state tend also, generally speaking, to increase the happiness of the lower classes of the people will not produce much without dressing, and cattle seem to be necessary to make that species of manure which best suits the land into an error if we were thence to suppose that population and food ever really increase in the same ratio.
I'm just so tired of it says the Owl and are we really programmed to do just this? Do you even love it anymore like you did when you listened for the crack of every little bone you broke in your jaws? Or are you just skitter and crawling along like Robert's pocket-watch in his left vest pocket and all the other timepieces crowding towards him if he were anywhere else but sitting across from the Owl and the Fox at breakfast he might think the voices had gotten in again. You can't tell me so Fox. But what ho--
and there is Malthus, his jaws working away as usual but at the breakfast table where he served them just to be to his guests polite and yet clearly relishing it his first taste
--it looks like someone is enjoying himself.
And it is on that point that we can clearly agree. As I state in my latest pamphlet, We will suppose the means of sustenance in any country just equal to the easy support of its inhabitants. The constant effort towards population...
Oh come off it Robert drolled the Fox no one wants to listen to your dismal science this soon into the morning. Punctuating his points languid spoon swoops just removed. China cup of black tea. Robert why do you twitch fingers in the jam so all the time. You should try one. Glass dish full of white squirming. He lifts something by a tail and delicately and it's gone.
Bad table manners is when you regurgitate them whole but the Owl though quite affected knows naught of this. And dabs at the corners of his beak with a corner of the linen tablecloth.
I remember the first says the one with spectacles, the Fox. He says I could hear them in the wall it sounded like popcorn next room popping so I got in there and had my way. Confinement helps but Owl I guess you never took well to small spaces.
I am sufficiency aware of the near connection of these two subjects, and that the causes which tend to increase the wealth of a state tend also, generally speaking, to increase the happiness of the lower classes of the people will not produce much without dressing, and cattle seem to be necessary to make that species of manure which best suits the land into an error if we were thence to suppose that population and food ever really increase in the same ratio.
I'm just so tired of it says the Owl and are we really programmed to do just this? Do you even love it anymore like you did when you listened for the crack of every little bone you broke in your jaws? Or are you just skitter and crawling along like Robert's pocket-watch in his left vest pocket and all the other timepieces crowding towards him if he were anywhere else but sitting across from the Owl and the Fox at breakfast he might think the voices had gotten in again. You can't tell me so Fox. But what ho--
and there is Malthus, his jaws working away as usual but at the breakfast table where he served them just to be to his guests polite and yet clearly relishing it his first taste
--it looks like someone is enjoying himself.