If you are someone like me, who enjoys both beer and coffee, know that paying to use a public toilet is a European custom. The usual charge is the local equivalent of about 50 cents. Some restaurant have a tip dish by the entry â€” again 50 cents is plenty for this.
In 1938, a London stage play told the story of a husband who drove his wife insane. In order to convince the wife that her own brain had become an unreliable narrator, the husband dimmed the gaslights in their home and told the wife she imagined the change. The play gave rise to the term “gaslighting,” : "a form of psychological abuse in which false information is presented to the victim with the intent of making him/her doubt his/her own memory and perception".
The name of the play was Gas Light
"You can see that our real problem is another thing entirely. The
machines only do figuring for us in a few minutes that eventually we
could do for our own selves. They’re our servants, tools. Not some
sort of gods in a temple which we go and pray to. Not oracles who can
see into the future for us. They don’t see into the future. They only
make statistical predictions—not prophecies. There’s a big difference
there, but Reinhart doesn’t understand it. Reinhart and his kind have
made such things as the SRB machines into gods. But I have no gods. At
least, not any I can see."