"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,And have grown most uncommonly fat;Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door —Pray what is the reason of that?""In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,"I kept all my limbs very suppleBy the use of this ointment — one shilling the box —Allow me to sell you a couple?" — Lewis Carrol[codehappy] http://iheartquotes.com/fortune/show/18200