An eminent old man was being interviewed, and was asked if it was correct that he had just celebrated his ninety-ninth birthday.`That's right, said the old man. `Ninety-nine years old, and I haven't an enemy in the world. They're all dead.`Well, sir, said the interviewer, `I hope very much to have the honour of interviewing you on your hundredth birthday.The old man looked at the young man closely, and said, `I can't see why you shouldn't. You look fit and healthy to me!