You are the fellow that eats nothing but vegetables, and drinks nothing but water.

Do you think I will hob or nob with a water-drinking rascal like you?
Do you think I will put my wine against your paltry water ?" "Don't call it paltry," replied the Pythagorean; "it is delicious.

You know not how it elevates the spirits and, so to speak, philosophizes the whole system of man.

I am beginning to feel extremely happy." "I think so," replied the friar; "but wasn't it a fact, as a proof of your metempsychosis, that the great author of your doctrine was at the siege of Troy some centuries before he came into the world as the philosopher Pythagoras ?" "Yes, sir," replied his follower, "he fought for the Greeks in the character of Euphorbus, in the Trojan war, was Hermatynus, and afterwards a fisherman; his next transformation having been into the body of Pythagoras." "What an extraordinary memory he must have had," said the friar.
"Now, can you yourself remember all the bodies your soul has passed through ?--but before I expect you to answer me,--hob or nob again,--this is famous water, my dear philosopher." "It is famous water, Father Mulrenin; and the parson's consecration has given it a power of exhilaration which is astonishing." The doctor had thrown another glass of usquebaugh into his cup, of course unobserved.
"Why," said the friar, "if I'm not much mistaken, you will feel the benefit of it.

It is purely philosophical water, and fit for a philosopher like you to drink." The company now were divided into little knots, and the worthy philosopher found it necessary to take his seat.