The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before the dismayed clerk. When I came to the house, I held up the instrument before the eyes of the astonished household.
As a kid, I was heavily into martial arts and wanted to be the next Jean-Claude Van Damme.
How in heaven's name can a nation with a $1 trillion surplus threaten so much scientific research so vital to its future?

