His only hope for staving off eventual disaster
is the possibility of hanging on by his eyelids until he dawns as the last forlorn hope on the horizon
of some freckle-faced, red-haired old maid, with nine millions in her own right. He owes every tailor,
hatter, and haberdasher in town.
From: http://ping.fm/uETU8
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