“This is a lesson in logic,” said the old professor in the teahouse. “If the show starts at nine and dinner is at six and my son has the measles, and my brother drives a Cadillac, how old am I?”
“You are eighty-four,” replied Mulla Nasrudin promptly. “Right,” said the professor. “Now tell the rest here how you arrived at the correct answer.”
“It’s easy,” said Nasrudin. “I have got an uncle who is forty-two and he is only half crazy, sir.”