The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.

The Second Law of Pies: they must be baked, not fried (or boiled, or steamed).

Biotech investing is no longer a pie-in-the-sky game.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.

Make no mistake. We are unified.