Henri Rousseau The Waterfall

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but Master,’ said the Bursar, smiling indulgently, ‘the word "fit", as I understand it, means "appropriate to a purpose", and of spendin’ too much time sitting indoors. A few twenty-mile runs and the Dean’d be a different man.’
‘Well, yes,’ said the Bursar. ‘He’d be dead.’
‘He’d be healthy.’
‘Yes, but still dead.’
The Archchancellor irritably shuffled the papers on his desk.
‘Slackness,’ he muttered. ‘Far too much of it going on. I would say the body of the Dean is supremely appropriate to the purpose of sitting around all day and eating big heavy meals.’ The Bursar permitted himself a little smile. The Archchancellor gave him a look so old-fashioned it might have belonged to an ammonite. ‘That a joke?’ he said, in the suspicious tones of someone who wouldn’t really understand the term ‘sense of humour’ even if you sat down for an hour and explained it to him with diagrams. ‘I was just making an observation, Master,’ said the Bursar cautiously. The Archchancellor shook his head. ‘Can’t stand jokes. Can’t stand chaps goin’ around tryin’ to be funny the whole time. Comes