Which Ferdinand?

Time enough for age to think on truth

"And so they've killed our Ferdinand," said the charwoman to Mr. Svejk, who had left military service years before, after having been finally certified by the army medical board as an imbecile, and now lived by selling dogs -- ugly, mongrel monstrosities whose pedigrees he forged.

Apart from this occupation, he suffered from rheumatism and was at this very moment rubbing his knees with Elliman's embrocation.

"Which Ferdinand, Mrs. Muller?" he asked, going on with the massaging. "I know two Ferdinands. One is a messenger at Prusa's, the chemist's, and once by mistake he drank a bottle of hair oil there. And the other is Ferdinand Kokoska who collects dog manure. Neither of them is any loss."
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