This tale being bleated out and heard, this cornuted husband of the sheep's heads fetching a feeze backward (like the Roman ram, to push forward with the more violent and villainous force) ran with all his horniferous strength at the poor fire-felon and stroke his brow-butters full in Prometheus's forehead that the very print remaineth in his front, and doth still in some of his race to this day;
I am so rich, I could have given bid for bid with the wealthiest Prætorians at the auction of the Roman empire (which was the world’s); and yet I owe for the flesh in the tongue I brag with.
From these and like studies there emerges a picture of the human mind as a kind of dark Dostoevskeian cavern in whose labyrinthine gloom strange and irrational visions brood.
Take the key in the parent node that splits the left sibling and the leaf, the split key, and insert it into the leaf.
