I thought you'd made a mistake, but it seems you were right all along.

It is not however easy -- perhaps it is impossible -- to reveal a discovery so wonderful by popular exoterism on the point: posterity will amplify and expound in dry but acumonious logic what I have here only to put forth in its great Severity and Profundity.

He did an imitation of a pirate: Arr, Arr, Arr, me buckos.

Vivian says as they enter the cider factory: 'We'll have pisketti for lunch.' He reverts to his child self, trying to recuperate the family that he lacked.