Reminds me the story of poor Toulouse-Lautrec, who at one time was so penurious that he traded one of his paintings for a pair of used Levi 501s. Some time later the house where he was staying was consumed in flames, and Lautrec fell and was knocked unconscious while fleeing the conflagration. When he came to he asked if the firemen had been able to save his palette and brushes. "Alas," replied his friend, "You have nothing, Toulouse, but your jeans."


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