But just notice the singularity of it, these things seem really only to happen to me! Instead of making indentations, they made bumps.

The doctor could never succeed in explaining that to me satisfactorily." "Well, then, I will explain it to you." "You will do me a great service if you will," said Porthos, winking his eyes, which, with him, was sign of the profoundest attention.
"Since you have been employing your brain in studies of an exalted character, in important calculations, and so on, the head has gained a certain advantage, so that your head is now too full of science." "Do you think so ?" "I am sure of it.

The result is, that, instead of allowing any foreign matter to penetrate the interior of the head, your bony box or skull, which is already too full, avails itself of the openings which are made in allowing this excess to escape." "Ah!" said Porthos, to whom this explanation appeared clearer than that of the doctor.
"The five protuberances, caused by the five ornaments of the luster, must certainly have been scientific globules, brought to the surface by the force of circumstances." "In fact," said Porthos, "the real truth is, that I felt far worse outside my head than inside.

I will even confess, that when I put my hat upon my head, clapping it on my head with that graceful energy which we gentlemen of the sword possess, if my fist was not very gently applied, I experienced the most painful sensations." "I quite believe you, Porthos." "Therefore, my friend," said the giant, "M.

Fouquet decided, seeing how slightly built the house was, to give me another lodging, and so they brought me here." "It is the private park, I think, is it not ?" "Yes." "Where the rendezvous are made; that park, indeed, which is so celebrated in some of those mysterious stories about the superintendent ?" "I don't know; I have had no rendezvous or heard mysterious stories myself, but they have authorized me to exercise my muscles, and I take advantage of the permission by rooting up some of the trees." "What for ?" "To keep my hand in, and also to take some birds' nests; I find it more convenient than climbing." "You are as pastoral as Tyrcis, my dear Porthos." "Yes, I like the small eggs; I like them very much better than larger ones.