May 2009
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“tinc·ture / ˈtingkchər/ • n. 1. a medicine made by dissolving a drug in alcohol...”
the nature of things
Algernon: My dear boy, I love hearing my relations abused. It is the only thing that makes me put up with them at all. Relations are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven’t got the remotest knowledge of how to live, nor the smallest instinct about when to die.
Jack: Oh, that is nonsense!
Algernon: It isn’t!
Jack: Well, I won’t argue about the matter. You always want to argue about things.
Algernon: That is exactly what things were originally made for.
