Rude poets of the tavern hearth, squandering your unquoted mirth, which keeps the ground, and never soars, while jake retorts, and reuben roars; tough and screaming, as birch-bark, goes like bullet to its mark; while the solid curse and jeer never balk the waiting ear.
There's no such thing as 'hard sell' and 'soft sell. ' There's only 'smart sell' and 'stupid sell. '