A once great actor could no longer remember lines but an old director friend wanted to give him one more chance. “James, this part has only one line: You walk on stage carrying a rose, hold it to your nose with your finger and thumb, sniff it deeply, and say ‘Ah, the sweet aroma of my mistress.’ ” James was thrilled. He practiced his line over and over again until finally, it was opening night. The curtain rose, James walked on stage and with great passion delivered his line perfectly and with great inflection: “Ah, the sweet aroma of my mistress.” The theatre erupted with laughter. The director was steaming mad! “You bloody fool!” he cried. James was bewildered. “What happened? Did I mess up my line?” “No!” screamed the director. “You forgot the rose!”