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Sher­lock Holmes and Dr Wat­son de­cided to go on a camp­ing trip. Af­ter din­ner and a bot­tle of wine, they lay down for the night, and went to sleep.

Some hours later, Holmes awoke and nudged his faith­ful friend.

“Wat­son, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”

Wat­son replied, “I see millions of stars.” “What does that tell you?” Wat­son pon­dered for a minute. “As­tro­nom­i­cally, it tells me that there are millions of gal­ax­ies and po­ten­tially bil­lions of plan­ets.

“Astro­log­i­cally, I ob­serve that Saturn is in Leo.

“Horo­log­i­cally, I de­duce that the time is ap­prox­i­mately a quar­ter past three.

“The­o­log­i­cally, I can see that God is all pow­er­ful and that we are small and in­signif­i­cant.

“Me­te­o­ro­log­i­cally, I sus­pect that we will have a beau­ti­ful day to­mor­row. “What does it tell you, Holmes?” Holmes was silent for a minute, then spoke: “Wat­son, you id­iot. Some­one has stolen our tent!” Sam was dy­ing. His wife, Carol, main­tained a can­dle­light vigil by his side. She held his frag­ile hand, with tears run­ning down her face. Her pray­ing roused him from his slum­ber. He looked up and his pale lips be­gan to move slightly. “My dar­ling Carol,” he whis­pered.

“Hush, my love,” she replied. “Rest. Shhh, don’t talk.”

In a weak voice he con­tin­ued, “I have some­thing I must con­fess to you.”

“There’s noth­ing to con­fess,” replied the weep­ing Carol. “Ev­ery­thing’s all right, just go to sleep.”

But Sam wouldn’t let up. “No, no. I must die in peace. Carol I...I cheated on you!”

“I know,” she whis­pered as she softly stroked his fore­head. “Just let the poi­son work.” My univer­sity lec­turer makes all of his stu­dents buy his book at the be­gin­ning of the term.

It’s text­book eco­nom­ics.

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