A textual critic is sent to the market by his wife. She tells him, 'Get a carton of milk. And if they have eggs, get six.'
He returns a half-hour later with six cartons of milk. She says, 'Why the HELL did you get six cartons of milk!?'
He replies, 'They had eggs.'
Boru
He returns a half-hour later with six cartons of milk. She says, 'Why the HELL did you get six cartons of milk!?'
He replies, 'They had eggs.'
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