Parrots are very human.
"Viva Costaguana!" he shrieked, with intense self-assertion, and, instantly ruffling up his feathers, assumed an air of puffed-up somnolence behind the glittering wires.
"And do you believe that, Charley ?" Mrs.Gould asked.

"This seems to me most awful materialism, and--" "My dear, it's nothing to me," interrupted her husband, in a reasonable tone.

"I make use of what I see.

What's it to me whether his talk is the voice of destiny or simply a bit of clap-trap eloquence?
There's a good deal of eloquence of one sort or another produced in both Americas.

The air of the New World seems favourable to the art of declamation.