Everything that Keyork had said was undeniably true.
"He would be a nuisance in the house," answered the sage, not wishing, for reasons of his own, to appear to accept the proposition too eagerly.
"Not but that the Individual would make a capital keeper.

He is as gentle as he is strong, and as quick as a tiger-cat." "So far as that is concerned," said the Wanderer coolly, "I could take charge of him myself, if you did not object to my presence." "You do not trust me," said the other, with a sharp glance.
"My dear Keyork, we are old acquaintances, and I trust you implicitly to do whatever you have predetermined to do for the advantage of your studies, unless some one interferes with you.

You have no more respect for human life or sympathy for human suffering than you have belief in the importance of anything not conducive to your researches.

I am perfectly well aware that if you thought you could learn something by making experiments upon the body of Israel Kafka, you would not scruple to make a living mummy of him, you would do it without the least hesitation.

I should expect to find him with his head cut off, living by means of a glass heart and thinking through a rabbit's brain.