A year with you, I have subsistence for ten years assured to me.' 'Don't be a prosy dog, Gower Woodseer.' 'Will you come over to the Wythans before you go ?' 'I will not.' 'You would lengthen your stride across a wounded beast ?' 'I see no wound to the beast.' 'You can permit yourself to kick under cover of a metaphor.' 'Tell me what you drive at, Gower.' 'The request is, for you to spare pain by taking one step--an extra strain on the muscles of the leg.

It 's only the leg wants moving.' 'The lady has legs to run away, let them bring her back.' 'Why have me with you, then?
I'm useless.

But you read us all, see everything, and wait only for the mood to do the right.

You read me, and I'm not open to everybody.

You read the crux of a man like me in my novel position.