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Two Hasidic Jews are in a cloth merchant and tailory in Manhattan's garment district. They are selecting black cloth for the trademark long black coats and suits that Hasidim wear. The owner of the shop, a burly clothier named Pincus, is attempting to convince them of the values of a new fabric.

"Listen, my friends. This is the best quality, lightest weight, black cloth I have. It's so much stronger and softer than anything else out there, the Catholic diocese came to me to buy it for their priests and nuns! But I'm saving it just for my Hasidic customers. You don't want me to take a loss, do you?" Pincus wheedles them. They finger the cloth, shrug, and the bargain is struck.

On their way down the street, they happen to run into two nuns. They brush past the sisters, and one mutters to the other.

"Sister Mary Francis," one nun says to the other, "That Jewish feller spoke a mighty strange Latin, he did!"

"Latin!" Sister Mary Francis says, surprised. "What did he say?"

"He brushed past me, rubbed two fingers on my sleeve, and said to the other feller, 'Pincus Fuctus.'"

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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.

(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)