But it isn't the Millennium.

It's give one and take two, if you can get it.

That's what it is here; and let him who wants to, kick against the pricks." Abel hung his legs over the arms of the office-chairs in the counting-room, and listened gravely.
"I don't suppose, Sir, that 'tis money _as_ money that is worth having.
It is only money as the representative of intelligence and refinement, of books, pictures, society--as a vast influence and means of charity; is it not, Sir ?" Upon which Mr.Abel Newt blew a prodigious cloud of smoke.
Mr.Boniface Newt responded, "Oh fiddle! that's all very fine.

But my answer to that is Jacob Van Boozenberg." "Bless my soul! here he comes.

Abel put your legs down! throw that cigar away!" The great man came in.