| A little old man shuffled slowly into an ice cream parlor and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool. After catching his breath, he ordered a banana split.
The waitress asked kindly, "Crushed nuts?"
"No," he replied, "arthritis."
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In the words of George Eliot
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to stay, abstains from giving us worthy evidence of the fact.
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