The minister from the parish next door to Cairndhu, who was teetotal, went to have a shave at the barbers. As he sat down the barber blinked twice as if mildly confused and when he drew close, the minister noticed he smelled of whisky. The minister said nothing at first but after he had been nicked twice with the razor, felt he had to chastise the barber - 'It's a terrible thing strong drink ...' he began. 'Aye so it is, it thins your skin and makes it tender,' the barber told him.

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