A Tale of Two Pits
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of winter, it was the age of meh, it was the epoch of belief in models, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of dreams, it was the season of nightmares, it was the winter of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had D-7 storms before us, we had nothing D-2 before us, we were all going direct to bliss, we were all going direct to the Tobin,-in short, the period was so far the like present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.