So, by the bye, does the jug.

Mrs.Ricketts!" The little room contained many books, mostly old and such as had seen long service.

As his habit was when a friend sat with him, Mr.Blaydes presently reached down a volume, and, on opening it, became aware of a passage which sent him into crowing laughter.
"Ha, ha, friend Breakspeare, here's something for thee! Thou art the Sophist of our time, and list how the old wise man spoke of thy kind.
'They do but teach the collective opinion of the many; 'tis their wisdom, forsooth.

I might liken them to a man who should study the temper or the desires of a great strong beast, which he has to keep and feed; he learns how to approach and handle the creature, also at what times and from what cause it is dangerous, or the reverse; what is the meaning of its several cries, and by what sounds it may be soothed or infuriated.

Furthermore, when, by constantly living with the huge brute, he has become perfect in all this, he calls it philosophy, and makes a system or art of it, which forthwith he professes.