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Some years back, a travelling twine merchant by the name of Yakov Goldwasser is making the long, slow, sweep through the Southeastern US, just trying to sell a little something. Anti-Semitism is endemic, and he is doing very poorly. At a large general store outside Little Rock, the shopkeeper teases him a little, and says,

"All right, there, Jake. You want me to buy some twine? I'll take just enough twine to stretch from the tip of that long, Jewish nose to the tip of that skinny, Jewish prick of yours."

A month later, the shopkeeper is shocked to find a huge truck pull up in front of his store, and two truckers begin unloading carton after carton of twine, handing him a bill for several thousand dollars in the process. He examines the paperwork, and finds a note at the end:

"Many thanks for your very generous purchase. Signed, Yakov Goldwasser, Manhasset, New York (circumcised in Odessa, Ukraine)."

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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)