That lays you out with the fever an' ague of ignorance.

Jack Kelso recommended Kirkham's pills and poultices of poetry.

I'm trying both and slowly getting the better of it.

I've learned three conjugations, between customers, this afternoon." The man sleeping in the chair began snoring and groaning.
"Don't blame Bill," Abe went on.

"Any man would have the nightmare in a shirt like that.