I was always told that I was a sickly and precarious and tiresome and uncertain child, and lived mainly on allopathic medicines during the first seven years of my life. I asked my mother about this, in her old ageshe was in her 88th yearand said:
I suppose that during all that time you were uneasy about me?
Yes, the whole time.
Afraid I wouldnt live?
After a reflective pause-ostensibly to think out the facts:
Noafraid you would.
It sounds like plagiarism, but it probably wasnt.
Mark Twain, Autobiography, posthumous