But if they thought they were going to frighten us away by this demonstration, they were mistaken.
Langrish, in a loud voice, called out "Chair," whereupon I, taking the cue, and assuming that the Philosophers were in congress, called upon Mr Trimble to favour us with his oration on "Mud." "Oh, all serene," said Trimble, who till that moment had had as little notion of his subject as I had had.

"Mud is dirty lumps of stuff lying about on the grass, like what you see in front of you.

It has neither brains nor sense.

It's a vile thing to look at, and worse to touch.

If you--" "-- If you," here broke in Mr Flitwick, "want to see what lunatics really are, you should look on the palings of some of our school playing fields.