The Specific Gravity Of Folly


COLERIDGE once dined in company with a grave-looking person, an

admirable listener, who said nothing, but smiled and nodded, and thus

impressed the poet with an idea of his intelligence. That man is a

philosopher, thought Coleridge. At length, towards the end of the

dinner, some apple-dumplings were placed on the table, and the listener

no sooner saw them than, almost jumping from his chair, he exclaimed,

Them's the jockeys for me!



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