Once upon a medieval time there was a juggler named Cantalbert. He was a good juggler. He could stand on one hand on a stool on a ball on a sword, while he twirled a hoop with his free arm and juggled ten balls with his feet. But people paid no attention. They would rather fight each other, or get drunk, or go to a witch-burning. If he were an ascetic, thought Cantalbert, perhaps Heaven would send him an audience. So he made himself a hair shirt and juggled in that, but, except for a few other ascetics, nobody paid any...
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