The good bishop knew very well that everyone in his
small town look to him for an example. One night, however, after
a long, hard day, he came to his last visitation.
His hostess, noting that he looked tired, asked with concern,
"A spot of tea, Bishop?"
"No, thank you," he managed. "No tea."
"Ah," she said. "Coffee, then?"
"No coffee either, thank you."
In the spirit of intrigue, she leaned closer and murmured,
"I could bring you a scotch and soda in a dark mug?"
"My dear, this is my last word: NO soda."
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