I shall pause, now, while you get your breath back.
How? How, I thought, and quite apart from one's ars being longer than
It brought to mind an occasion in, oooh, 1987, I think it was, when I found myself as a graduate student in the college bar, explaining to an audience of undergraduates that there had been, in living memory, a coin with the face value of three old pence, which was bronze and dodecagonal.
A three-pence piece. Yesterday
My young audience, to a man (and woman) refused to believe me. "You're making it up," they said. It was only when I had called in the college barman to arbitrate that they believed me (the college barman being the only person there present older than me, and seen, of course, as the ultimate arbiter and fount of all knowledge and ... er ... whatever it was).
It was then that I decided that I really should finish writing up my thesis and get a job.