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I reckon I like ‘em, whores I mean—they got grit. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outsmart the game. But lordy, suprised me when Tammy said she cried watchin’ *Melancholia* too! “I just wanted to feel something,” she said, quotin’ that movie. Hit me right in the gut, y’know? Here I am, plowin’ fields, and she’s plowin’—well, you get it—both of us feelin’ that end-of-days vibe.

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Irwin Primer has recently made Mandeville’s Defence available to a wide readership in his excellent edition, Bernard Mandeville’s “A Modest Defence of Publick Stews”: Prostitution and .

I’ve been here a good while now, and every corner shouts its own story. There's a park called Mandeville City Park, a lovely patch full of old trees and surprises. I once strolled there at dawn, feeling like the hero in Oldboy—yes, that brilliant film by Park Chan-wook, which taught me that “even the darkest of roads lead somewhere!” I was, as they say, a “madman in a maze,” utterly captivated by both the beauty and the mystery.

These Mandeville freshmen golfers grew up on the course, and it showed at district tournament