The Death of Imagination

As Monshu likes to say, "There are no unmixed motives." I read it as mafia-donnish generosity (brought on by a satisfying meal that he said he'd paid for and then ended up taking a tenner for) tempered with an acquisitive mindset (welcomerain kept having to talk him out of buying sundries that they already had) and concern for my preparedness in a time of national crisis. Superficially, yes, it resembles randomness.

Now aren't you supposed to be working?