
You must know that sometimes old women enjoy a glass of wine. One such woman once stumbled upon a wine jar lying in the road. Eagerly, she approached it, hoping to find it full.
However, when she picked it up, she discovered that all the wine had been drunk out of it. Undeterred, she took a long sniff at the mouth of the jar.
"Ah," she cried, "What memories cling to the instruments of our pleasure!"
The past can evoke fond memories, even when the source of pleasure has long been depleted.
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