Anomaly, this is Mr.Little; go and shake hands with him, and admire him." The Anomaly went directly, and gazed into Little's face for some time.
He then made his report.

"He is beautiful and black." "I've seen him blacker.

Now leave off admiring him, and look at these pictures while I prose.

Two thousand philosophers are writing us dead with 'Labor and Capital.' But I vary the bore.

'Life, Labor, and Capital,' is my chant: and, whereas Life has hitherto been banished from the discussion, I put Life in its true place, at the head of the trio.
(And Life I divide into long Life, and happy Life.) The subject is too vast to be dealt with all at once; but I'll give you a peep of it.