That's the beauty of it.

I tell you, March, this is the greatest idea that has been struck since"-- Fulkerson stopped and searched his mind for a fit image--"since the creation of man." He put his leg up over the corner of March's table and gave himself a sharp cut on the thigh, and leaned forward to get the full effect of his words upon his listener.
March had his hands clasped together behind his head, and he took one of them down long enough to put his inkstand and mucilage-bottle out of Fulkerson's way.

After many years' experiment of a mustache and whiskers, he now wore his grizzled beard full, but cropped close; it gave him a certain grimness, corrected by the gentleness of his eyes.
"Some people don't think much of the creation of man nowadays.

Why stop at that?
Why not say since the morning stars sang together ?" "No, sir; no, sir! I don't want to claim too much, and I draw the line at the creation of man.

I'm satisfied with that.