'Tain't conviction: you niver seed a bull yet as wasn' chuck-full o' conviction, an' didn' act up to hes rights, such as they be.

An' 'tain't consistency: you drill a notion into a bull's head an' fix et, an' he'll save et up, may be for six year, an' then rap et out on 'ee till you'm fairly sick for your own gad-about ways.

'Tes logic he wants, I reckon--jest logic.

A bull, sir, es no more'n a mass o' blind onreas'ning prejudice from horn to tail.

Take hes sense o' colour: he can't abide red.