I could have sworn, reading Paul Krugman, that we were hair’s width from a barter economy, where we eat grass and wake up to the sound of “bring out your dead!” every other morning. Huh, maybe I wasn’t reading closely enough.
I could have sworn, reading Paul Krugman, that we were hair’s width from a barter economy, where we eat grass and wake up to the sound of “bring out your dead!” every other morning. Huh, maybe I wasn’t reading closely enough.