That was the trouble with being poor: a man could not make a move without thinking of the consequences. A man who had another suit or more than one extra pair of pants need only go to the closet or the wardrobe and pick and choose; but a man who had no more than he owned now could never cease from worry that he'd be left without any. This eternal riding was playing hob with his pants, and soon he'd be out at the knees and seat, with only one extra pair to his name and them maybe lost or stolen at the end of track.
(from The Man From Skibbereen, by Louis L'Amour)
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