The first thing to go is the icing because we don't want to cut staff. It's a harsh reality.

We don't have to give him a raise, but we usually do. We didn't have a problem with it because he's worth probably 10 times what we pay him.

We just don't have the money to do this camp anymore. Until the school funding problem is resolved we have to make cuts and be fiscally responsible so it doesn't affect our ratings for our bond.

The cold harsh reality is that we have to balance the budget.

There's a harsh reality to situations where demand outstrips supply.

But it turned out life was more like the kind of song the Stones wrote: you didn't get any satisfaction, you took one hit to the body after another, if you were a woman you were a bitch who belonged under someone's thumb, and if you wanted mother's little helper from your dear doctor you better have the silver, take it or leave it, and don't come crying for sympathy, that was just for the devil.