The doctor looked at his tongue, felt his pulse, knocked on and began: "Same old story, my much confinement. Do not deny it patient his chest friend. Too much confinement, Do not deny it. Walk, Walk.”
“But, doctor. . .”
“Don’t argue with me. I am the doctor. Take my advice, Walk ten times as much as you do now. That’s the only thing that will cure you.”
“But my business…”
"That is just the trouble. Your business! Well, change your business, so that you can get a chance to walk more. What is your business?"
“I'm a letter-tamer.”