"The box you bought it in had a picture on the cover, representing a sitting skeleton--or rather that part of a skeleton which does sit." He said: "It was quite correct; it showed you the true position of the--" I said: "We will not go into details; the picture always seemed to me indelicate." He said: "Medically speaking, it was right." "Possibly," I said, "for a man who rode in nothing but his bones.

I only know that I tried it myself, and that to a man who wore flesh it was agony.

Every time you went over a stone or a rut it nipped you; it was like riding on an irritable lobster.

You rode that for a month." "I thought it only right to give it a fair trial," he answered.
I said: "You gave your family a fair trial also; if you will allow me the use of slang.

Your wife told me that never in the whole course of your married life had she known you so bad tempered, so un-Christian like, as you were that month.