But Oh, Beamish Nephew, Beware Of The

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.

You Used To Be Much More..."muchier." You've Lost Your Muchness.

I Said It In Hebrew—i Said It In Dutch— I Said It In German And Greek; But I Wholly Forgot (and It Vexes Me Much) That English Is What You Speak!

Where Do You Come From? And Where Are You Going? Look Up, Speak Nicely, And Don't Twiddle Your Fingers All The Time.

The Vast Unfathomable Sea Is But A Notion-unto Me.