Reverse the numbers that you chose and subtract the smaller number from the larger number.

The result will always be 198. For example, 123 would become 321; subtract 123 from 321, and the answer is 198.

Try it and see for yourself.

An abbreviation that sometimes makes others think someone knows more than he or she really does.

and so forth

Daffynition: stray cattle, the roving kine.
—Harold Emery

The window of opportunity won’t open itself.
—Dave Weinbaum

Change is not merely necessary to life. It is life.
—Alvin Toffler

Why is it when we talk to God we’re praying—but when God talks to us, we’re schizophrenic?
—Lily Tomlin

The nice thing about egotists is that they don’t talk about other people.
—Lucille S. Harper

The trouble with ignorance is that it picks up confidence as it goes along.
—Arnold H. Glasow

Politics is said to come from the Greek prefix, poly, meaning “many”; and ticks, meaning “blood sucking insects”. A pretty good description, wouldn’t you say?

—Charlie Tuna, Los Angeles Disk Jockey [Note: this is not the real etymology of the word, “politics”; however, Tuna does make a point.]

Like the proverbial bolt out of the blue: “Tornadoes may take out whole neighborhoods. Hurricanes may threaten whole states. But lightning, on average, kills more people every year than tornadoes and hurricanes combined.”
In Florida, “Seventy-one people have been hurt so far this year, compared to the usual yearly toll of 30; five have died.”
“Says Bob O’Brien of the National Safety Council: ‘Lightning is going to strike, and you don’t want to be there when it does.’ ”
—USA Today, August 10, 1994

   Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in this place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

—Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935)