[…] shabby baseball caps, faded and worn-out T-shirts, ringers and polos with artificially aged hems […]

She was fat — fat as a house. My daddy told her not to eat one more thing, and she still got fat.

Recall the exercise at the end of the previous chapter, and imagine that you discover just one Antarctican, and you measure his or her body temperature. If you know the population mean for Antarcticans (perhaps it is 98.6°F), then you have one piece of information about variability.

If we could deal with woulders and coulders, we would have a lot here.