It is not a very interesting night market, anyway. No wonderful things are sold there, though often one wonders, next day, how one could have bought … - Avram Davidson

But the Red Man denied that time, though it must always be paid for, could always be paid for in money.

How is your new woman? Your new-est one, I sh'd say."
Jack shrugged. "Good enough. They all got the same thing."
"Yeh-es," Jeff nodded, judiciously. "But some of 'm's got more of it than others.

And then in that, admittedly magnificent, abrupt moment you saw what I concede without argument was the face of rather an attractive wench, and—Zeus! you weren’t thinking, man—you were simply reacting. It wasn’t your heart, it was your codpiece that the impulse came from!