The poor patient knew at once his master's tongue, and lifting up one of his eyes, the other being stiff and barkened down, said in a melancholy voice, Ah, master, do you think I'll get better?
Dr. Ben gave me a good laugh. As a matter of fact I saw him at City College several years back with his crowd of 'hoteps'. […] He loves to beat up on the black bourgeios and brought a few light skinned freshman girls to tears. He doesn't conceal his feelings about his ostracism and sometimes it can get rather tedious. But if you have a thousand bucks he'll show you the pyramids the way they are supposed to be seen, and things will be happy again.
His father had held a prebendal stall at Ely in times when prebendal stalls were worth more than they are at present, and having also been possessed of a living in the neighbourhood, had amassed a considerable sum of money.
But he's citified and holds his cup just right and never has to think about it.
