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Committee: A cul-de-sac down which ideas are lured and then quietly strangled.

Foreign Aid: The transfer of money from poor people in rich countries to rich people in poor countries.

“Another work week begins,” said Tom mundanely.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

Growing up the trellis were pink and yellow concubines.

“No ellipses, parabolas or hyperbolas,” said Tom laconically.

“I have no recollection of the last twenty-four hours,” said Tom lackadaisically.

He could sell socks to a rooster.

Market Correction: The day after you buy stocks.

Let’s split the baby with the bathwater.

Dirt: Mud with the juice squeezed out.

“The exit is right there,” Tom pointed out.

When the chips are down, the buffalo is empty.

Contract: An agreement to do something if nothing happens to prevent it.

Troops: Expendable bodies sent by the government to stop bullets during obscure foreign uprisings.

“This Bud’s for you,” said Tom lightly.

Fettuccine Alfredo: Macaroni and cheese for adults.

Is that going to throw a wrinkle?

Retirement: The time of life when you stop lying about your age and start lying about the house.

“Your fly is undone,” was Tom’s zippy rejoinder.

Graduate school: The place where a young scholar goes off their parents’ payroll – and on to their spouse’s.