. . . She was pretty, as healthful girls of twenty usually are. She was unusually pretty at that
moment; her face, peeping over the lilies, was like another flower that had gathered its hues
from the roseate dawn and the glimmer of the dew.
“Good morning, Mr. Archibald,” she called in her sweet, high, village voice.
“Good morning, Jane; good morning,” he responded with unusual cordiality.
“Oh! it isn’t Jane,” she laughed, “it’s Lucy. L-U-C-Y Lucy. Last week you persistently thought I
was my sister Amanda. This morning I am my cousin Jane. Tomorrow I suppose it will be ‘good
morning, Mrs. Brockett;’ or ‘Howdy, Granny Ball!’”
4 more years for Mr. Change.
“We don’t know exactly who the rebels are.”
“We have seen flickers in the intelligence.”
Professionalism appears to mean serving the dictates of greed and advantage rather than
those of goodness and the desire to see justice prevail in the world.
Wherever you may seem to go, you will forever be imprisoned by your so-called authority.
“That was the last day I lived in my body,” added Law.
“Simply put,” sums up Ad Age’s David Hirschman, “a small plutocracy of wealthy
elites drives a larger and larger share of total consumer spending and has outsize
purchasing influence — particularly in categories such as technology, financial services,
travel, automotive, apparel, and personal care.”
The story goes on to note that most Americans aren't aware of this growing inequality
and still believe in an ideal that remains "egalitarian," a society in which everyone has a shot
at attaining a level of luxury and spending power to respond to those ads. But in reality,
statistically speaking, we remain very much locked into our stark class divide.
