"Put your money up Labour," says I. "I never yet drew upon
honest toil for its hard-earned pittance. The dollars I get are
surplus ones that are burning the pockets of damfools and green-
horns. When I stand on a street corner and sell a solid gold
diamond ring to a yap for $3.00, I make just $2.60. And I know
he's going to give it to a girl in return for all the benefits accruing
from a $125.00 ring. His profits are $122.00. Which of us is the
biggest faker?"

O Henry: "The Man Higher Up"


The Blind Men and the Elephant
Five Weeks in a Balloon
The first man I saw
"Faster, Faster!"
Perfection can't be rushed
Brains
Other