Brain is only muscle translated into civilization.
That's not going to save us." "You've been thinking," Joan accused her.

"What's put all that into your head ?" Madge laughed.

"Mixing with so many brainy people, perhaps," she suggested; "and wondering what's become of their souls." "Be good, sweet child.

And let who can be clever," Joan quoted.

"Would that be your text ?" Madge finished buttering her buns.