Maybe the Poet Lariat ain't satisfied with them deductions ?" The poet replied with a barbarous rhyme and went below.
"'Pears that he can't qualify, neither.

Well, I didn't expect nothing out of him.

I never see one of them poets yet that knowed anything.
He'll go down now and grind out about four reams of the awfullest slush about that old rock and give it to a consul, or a pilot, or a nigger, or anybody he comes across first which he can impose on.

Pity but somebody'd take that poor old lunatic and dig all that poetry rubbage out of him.

Why can't a man put his intellect onto things that's some value?
Gibbons, and Hippocratus, and Sarcophagus, and all them old ancient philosophers was down on poets--" "Doctor," I said, "you are going to invent authorities now and I'll leave you, too.