I shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone

He has no end of supplies, no end of cooks and waiters, no end of table furniture and decorations, no end of handsome dining rooms, yet he frequently lives on the crumbs that fall from the table.

The Raft was a seasteading community, a loose affiliation of over a hundred vessels that had been converted to floating farms and cities by climate refugees from small island nations that had been wiped out by rising waters.

In the winter, we had switched to a new drug called gemcitabine, or Gemzar.