"I've had experience with pyramids myself." "You never ate one, did you, Ptolemy ?" queried Bonaparte.
"Not raw," said Ptolemy, with a chuckle.

"Though I've been tempted many a time to call for a second joint of the Sphinx." There was a laugh at this, in which all but Baron Munchausen joined.
"I think it is too bad," said the Baron, as the laughter subsided--"I think it is very much too bad that you shades have brought mundane prejudice with you into this sphere.

Just because some people with finite minds profess to disbelieve my stories, you think it well to be sceptical yourselves.

I don't care, however, whether you believe me or not.

The fact remains that I have eaten one fried pyramid and countless stewed icicles, and the stewed icicles were finer than any diamond-back rat Confucius ever had served at a state banquet." "Where's Shakespeare to-night ?" asked Confucius, seeing that the Baron was beginning to lose his temper, and wishing to avoid trouble by changing the subject.