Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
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He shall separate himself from wine and strong drink, and shall drink no vinegar of wine, or vinegar of strong drink, neither shall he drink any liquor of grapes, nor eat moist grapes, or dried.
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I have you and even if we never meet or ever see each other, we have left our thumbprints in the thick, moist clay of each others lives.
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Brains are like sponges... If allowed to remain moist for too long they become moldy.
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