A friend of Mr. and Mrs. George Bernard Shaw’s tells of an evening he spent with them. While Mr. Shaw, told stories, Mrs. Shaw busied herself knitting.
“What are you knitting?” asked the guest in an aside.
“Oh, nothing, nothing at all,” whispered Mrs. Shaw. “It’s just that I’ve heard these stories of his two thousand times, and if I didn’t do something with my hands, I’d choke him.”