„Well, Mrs. O’Connor, so you want a divorce?“ the solicitor questionedhis client. „Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?““Oh, no,“ replied Mrs. O’Connor. „Shure now, we have a carport.“The solicitor tried again. „Well, does the man beat you up?““No, no,“ said Mrs. O’Connor, looking puzzled. „I’m always first outof bed.“Still hopeful, the solicitor tried once again. „Well, does he go in forunnatural connubial practices?““Shure now, he plays the flute, but I don’t think he knows anything aboutthe connubial.“Now desperate, the solicitor pushed on. „What I’m trying to find out arewhat grounds you have.““Bless ye, sor. We live in a flat — not even a window box, let alone grounds.““Mrs. O’Connor,“ the solicitor said in considerable exasperation,“you need a reason that the court can consider. What is the reason for youseeking this divorce?““Ah, well now,“ said the lady, „Shure it’s because the man can’t hold anintelligent conversation.“
