Of course, I fetch my wit, if it be worth the fetching, back again to business.

But there my heart is and must be; and all who like to try can cheat me, except upon parish matters.
That week I could do little more than dream and dream and rove about, seeking by perpetual change to find the way back to myself.

I cared not for the people round me, neither took delight in victuals; but made believe to eat and drink and blushed at any questions.

And being called the master now, head-farmer, and chief yeoman, it irked me much that any one should take advantage of me; yet everybody did so as soon as ever it was known that my wits were gone moon-raking.

For that was the way they looked at it, not being able to comprehend the greatness and the loftiness.