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.