O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With the sea-weed in summer, ye bountiful powers! And I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.
Andrew LangAn unsophisticated forecaster uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts - for support rather than for illumination.
Andrew Lang