"This is precisely what I feared. There can be no doubt whatever that this pool suffers from organic pollution. I do not say that it exists to such an extent as to be dangerous to life, but there is a very distinct trace. I will show you the figures in my analysis."
He did so. I have forgotten the figures. But that does not matter, because if I told you them, you also would forget them.
And then for a while these three good men sat and looked at one another.
"I believe I am dying of thirst," said the millionaire.
"So am I," said the artist.
"There is no known form of liquid that I would not at this moment gladly drink," said the analyst.
So after all they turned their attention to the pool.
But in the meantime the three camels—poor dumb beasts who knew no better—had drunk up the whole of that pool, and had gone on their way rejoicing.