During the Famine, an Irish farmer and his sixteen years old daughter were on the brink of starvation - no food in the cupboard, no livestock in the barn, no crops in the field.
In desperation the girl goes to her father and in a voice trembling with shame tells him that the only way out of their horrid situation is for her to go up to Belfast and become a prostitute.
Upon hearing this, the farmer - no longer faint with hunger - leaps out of his chair and begins berating the poor girl. 'How DARE you!,' he thunders. 'We may be poor, but we have our pride. I would sooner starve like a dog in the gutter than have you bring such shame on our family!!'
'But Da,' says the terrified girl, 'it wouldn't be for always. I'd just become a prostitute long enough for us to get back on our feet.'
'Oh, prostitute,' says the father. 'That's alright then. For a moment, I thought you said you were going to become a protestant.'
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In desperation the girl goes to her father and in a voice trembling with shame tells him that the only way out of their horrid situation is for her to go up to Belfast and become a prostitute.
Upon hearing this, the farmer - no longer faint with hunger - leaps out of his chair and begins berating the poor girl. 'How DARE you!,' he thunders. 'We may be poor, but we have our pride. I would sooner starve like a dog in the gutter than have you bring such shame on our family!!'
'But Da,' says the terrified girl, 'it wouldn't be for always. I'd just become a prostitute long enough for us to get back on our feet.'
'Oh, prostitute,' says the father. 'That's alright then. For a moment, I thought you said you were going to become a protestant.'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson