“We are men with troubles,” said Spider to the world. “Our father is no more. Our hearts are heavy in our chests. Sorrow settles upon us like pollen in hay fever season. Darkness is our lot, and misfortune our only companion.”
“Right, gentlemen,” said the cabbie, brightly. “Where am I taking you?”
“To where the three remedies for darkness of the soul may be found,” said Spider.
“Maybe we could get a curry,” suggested Fat Charlie.
“There are three things, and three things only, that can lift the pain of mortality and ease the ravages of life,” said Spider. “These things are wine, women and song.”
“Curry’s nice too,” pointed out Fat Charlie, but nobody was listening to him.
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