I'd like to listen to a bit of it, although they'd laugh if they heard me say so, but what I'm gettin' at is that there ain't any clever fellers in this old bundle o' bricks, and Carfax's death proves it." "How does it prove it ?" asked Dune.
"Why, don't you see, they'd have made more of Carfax.

Nobody said a blessed thing that any one mightn't have said." Lawrence thought heavily for a moment or two, and then he brought out-- "Carfax was a stinker--a rotten fellow.

That's granted, but there was more in it than just Carfax.

Why, any one could give him a knock on the chin any day and there's no loss, but to have a feller killed in Sannet Wood where all those old Druids---" As the words came from him Lawrence stopped.
"Druids ?" said Olva.
"Why, yes.

I wish I were a clever feller an' I could say what I mean, but if I'd been a man with a bit of grey matter that's what I'd have gone in for--those old stones, those old fellers who used to slash your throat to please their God.