"Thompson, you see this--this object?
You hear it?
Mustn't it go to work ?" "Ab-so-lutissimusly!" "I protest against this outrage," said Francis Charles.

"Thompson, you're beastly sober.

I appeal to your better self.

I am a philosopher.

Sitting under your hospitable rooftree, I render you a greater service by my calm and dispassionate insight than I could possibly do by any ill-judged activity.