And then a stout lady got up, and said it was disgraceful that a respectable married woman should be harried about in this way, and gathered up a bag and eight parcels and went. She was young and old. Her brown arms and Iegs swinging in wild optimism, beautiful in all their parts. She danced on the long hood of her crimson Cadillac, and watching her, I thought that God must be female. Here's your paycheck, here's your rent.
Money is nature's fifth element.
Welcome to every cent. The Romans had a word for it.