Applepie Statistics

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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Statistics are the favourite tools of doctors, pharmacists and fools. But, in addition there are those who use fine poetry and prose to make a factoid appear strong and show that textbooks can be wrong. Let's take the homebaked applepie, each slice would be a trifle shy of other slices, at least some, plus, there's the matter of the crumb, a dozen of them make up weight and add their joules to the debate. So, pie containing apples can put some condition on a man, however, apples may affect one's body and the intellect through mystic powers from within (most factors live beneath the skin) so, for the sake of argument consider the experiment of following a million men who eat their applepie at ten, another million who prefer like any genuine connoisseur to munch some now and some at noon, by using a min-iscule spoon then comes the matter of devices that would provide true equal slices. And those who eat with sudden haste may spill some crumbs, which is a waste. These groups are monitored for years until a malady appears. Specifically, it is cancer to which we do not have an answer. So, prostate, common as it is it's a disease germane to his and all the plumbing of his friends it slows the flow and also tends to make you dribble (try to shake) at night, which renders one awake. So, of the millions, who avoids prostatic grief and hemorrhoids? Is it the ones whose slice was bigger, not once but often, could the trigger be missing crumbs or time when eaten is there a chance this can be beaten or should I say prevented by the proper use of applepie? As you can see, there are too many and factors hidden (or uncanny) but, to get printed, I could fiddle with my statistics-driven riddle. I'd take the men who ate and died and then declared them applepied. The ones who ate their slice at ten would be deleted by my pen. This has to do with a confounder which makes all proof a trifle rounder. I'm left with a small group who died but no one knows, perhaps they lied about their deaths, one can't be sure perhaps there was a silent cure? And late at night, I sit and type a sober paper, without hype. It seems that applepie is able to keep you healthy, but the table must have a cover of pure silk and there must be a glass of milk unpasteurised and full of cream just Jersey though, it is supreme. Put all together, (facts convince) next study will be fruity mince, just wanted to present to you, statistics sometimes can be true....

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