You need to play to win, folks.
Many years ago, I read a wonderful book, Roughing It, By Mark Twain. I am hazy on the details, but the gist was that this was a manifest destiny thing. If memory serves, the narrator’s brother scored a once in a lifetime opportunity to be the Governor of the Nevada Territory, or something along those lines. Envious of the obvious adventure at hand, it seems that he talked him into taking him along on the trip out West.
At some point, he recalled an anecdote. It went something like this:
After a weary day of travel, we stopped along the trail at an Inn for supper. Hungry as we were, this seemed like a good idea. By and by, the innkeeper brought out a platter with an enormous roasted mackerel and a largish pot of brown mustard.
Underwhelmed, our protagonist asked, “is this all?” To which the innkeeper answered “I…
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