In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra.
The only music we ever listened to out in the piney woods was Roy Acuff and the Grand Ole Opry. That was the only night of the week I was allowed to lay in the middle of the bed with Mama and Daddy, just long enough to hear Roy Acuff sing; then I had to go back to bed.
The purest expression of the doctrine of Liberalism was probably that of Benjamin Constant.
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