"Sure they give no comfort to the nail at all." "I guess mine are dry now," I answered.
"They're wet and heavy, boy.

No son o' Baldur could keep a light heart in them.

Sure ye'd be as much out o' place as a sunbeam in a cave o' bats.

If ye care not for your own comfort think o' the poor lad in the green chair.

He's that proud and pleased to see them on ye it would be a shame to reject his offer.