“Well indeed,” said Foley, “’tis a mystery to me how the sergeant puts up with her. If any woman up and called me an outlandish name like Jonathan when everyone knew my name was plain John I’d do fourteen days for her - by God, I would, and a calendar month.”

Edgar: Ch'ill pick your teeth, zir: come; no matter vor your foins.

I'll die before I let my grandad pay you that much money! blazed the girl.

Of course, this only raises once more the conundrum why the general public should value gothic cathedrals, Mozart's operas, and Kafka's stories so highly, but not the Method of Infinite Descent or Fourier analysis.