“For fifteen years,” a new acquaintance related, “my habits were as regular as clockwork. I rose exactly at six. Half an hour later I was at breakfast. At seven I was at work. I had lunch at one, and supper at six, and was in bed at nine-thirty. I ate only plain food, and didn’t have a day of sickness during all those years.”
“My,” said Mulla Nasrudin who was listening to the story, “And what were you in jail for?”