I was the highest-paid street performer, probably, in the history of Chicago. I was making like $800 a day.
A further point is that, little by little, in the current universe, everything is slowly being named; nor does this have anything to do with the older Aristotelian universals in which the idea of a chair subsumes all its individual manifestations.
My mother asked me what I wanted for my birthday, so I said I wanted to read poetry with her.