You won't spill the salt here, no fear: but don't ye let any body help you to it neither, if he helps you to salt, he helps you to sorrow." "Oh, does he?
Then it is fortunate nobody ever does help anybody to salt.

Well, yours is a nice creed.

Why, we are all at the mercy of other people, according to you.

Say I have a rival: she smiles in my face, and says, 'My sweet friend, accept this tribute of my esteem;' and gives me a pinch of salt, before I know where I am.

I wither on the spot; and she sails off with the prize.