I painted myself an admirer of all that was strong: a rocky mountain, an unfathomless abyss, […]

You see, sir, said Mr. Smear, "that wherever that ere water has been it's left a dampness ahind it; the moistur' consekent upon such a dampness must be evaporated by ever-so-many applications of the warming-pan.

Slave boy Chris spewed a good hefty load of white boy juices and forced me to chow down on and swallow just about every drop of it.

I had half a mind to leave him like that, and as soon as he started offering excuses I threatened to regag him.