Chattering young things about me, with nothing but foam and spume in their heads, on their tongues, would drive me mad.

Of a surety they would drive me mad--so mad that I will spit into every clam shell, make faces at the moon, and bite my veins and howl." "And if you do, what of it?
So long as your seed does not perish.

I shall pay for the wives to their fathers and send them to you in three days." "I will have nothing to do with them," Nalasu asserted wildly.
"You will," Bashti insisted calmly.

"Because if you do not you will have to pay me.

It will be a sore, hard debt.