Friday, January 7, 2011

The Bishop mired

It is a singular thing that the idea that some people are pious oaths, and they think that certain letters of the alphabet arranged in a particular direction, can both of these senses in an infinitely pleasing to LORD outrage that cruelly taken in the other, and this bias is probably one of the most pleasant of all those who offend the devout gent.

The number of unscrupulous people on the b and f was a former bishop of Mirepoix, who passed for a saint in the beginning of this century from one day to the bishop of Checkers, his coach stuck in the horrible roads that separate these two cities had been in vain, the horses did not want more.

- Bishop, said at the end fulminating check, as you will be there, my horses will not move forward.

- And why? said the bishop.

- It is imperative that I swear, and that your highness is opposed, however we will sleep here if it does not allow me.

- Well, well, "said the Bishop, making a sweet sign of the cross, swear, my child, but not much.

Check the coronation, the horses pulled, my lord back ... and arrive safely.

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