"you won't find no gold in that rock. Only fool's gold."

"All gold is fool's gold."

"Yeah? Is that so?" Old Jack turns his leathery face and one good eye to his mate, the hint of a smile on his lips. "Don't philosophize on me, medicine man." He pats the pouch inside his belt. "We can buy what we need with it. That's good enough for me."

"Only from fools."

"Bullshit, Sam. Don't you know nothing about economics? About medium of exchange? How long'd you go to that Harvard?"

"Two weeks. It was a long grind."

"Not long enough, seems like. What branch of higher learning did they teach you there anyhow?"

"They taught all the branches--but none of the roots."


-Edward Abbey "Good News"