-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.19 Feb 2007

It is no Fortune that comes to settle in her hand. Does a few pence a day afford a beggar luxuries beyond his wildest dreams? Yes; yes it does. But will it buy enough wipes for him to retire unsoiled? No, it will not. The stain that comes from a life spent foraging for dung is a moral one. You can no more cleanse it with wipes than you can teach a Welshman to lay his droppings at the bottom of the garden. The only cure is far beyond the means of even the most arrogant beggar: a single moist tow'lette.