from Wodehouse [004]
"I went to an osteopath yesterday who practically tore me limb from limb. I must say I feel better after the treatment, though not at all sure that all of me is still there. I wonder what an osteopath does if a patient suddenly comes apart in his hands. ("Quick, Watson, the seccotine!") "
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