
“They must be French,” the French guy says, “Look at them, they are so beautiful and perfect.”
“No no,” interjects the Englishman, “They have to have been intelligent and must be leaders, so they’re obviously English.”
The Russian shakes his head and looks at his fellow aficionados. After a moment, he says, “No no no, you are all wrong. They have no house, no clothes, no food but apples, and are being told that this is Paradise. They MUST be Russian.”
