While we fight the bear, the red dragon…

RECENTLY looking at an old car with my dad, the salesman played a typical trick. On the phone he had told us about a fault in need of repair, thereby establishing himself as an honest actor. What he hadn’t mentioned, of course, were the myriad other failings the rust bucket had. Only once we had driven an hour to see it did we find out that iron oxide had taken a firm hold.

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