His contention, developed in these four chapters of his book, is therefore eminently sane and practical, is not developed with the quasi-sentimental hecticity of “programs,” “propositions,” and “concordats” which might completely rupture[…]

I am a chomper of teeth and a displayer of feelings.

he eſpied a mule's crupper, which hung to the ceiling of the room; this he took down, and tendering it to Don Quixote, went on, ſaying...

I'm going to have a midnight bathe tonight.