I read a post-nuclear apocalypse novel some years ago (the title and author escape me) in which one of the characters read a notice pinned to a wall which read something like, ‘Have set of three cooking pans with lids, six bath towels, 20 piece spanner set, and 10 yards electric wire. Will trade for small canned ham.’
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‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson