She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership). - O. Henry

Not very long ago some one invented the assertion that there were only "Four Hundred" people in New York City who were really worth noticing. But a wiser man has arisen — the census taker — and his larger estimate of human interest has been preferred in marking out the field of these little stories of the "Four Million."

According to the strange mathematics of the god of mutual affinity, the shadows that clouded their pasts when united became only half as dense instead of darker.

- The World And The Door

The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.