The Fruit the Engliſh call a Pine-Apple (the Moors, Ananas) becauſe the reſemblance, cuts within as firm as a Pippin; Seedy, if not fully ripe; the Taſte inclinable to Tartneſs, though moſt excellently qualified by a dulcid Sapor that impoſes upon the Imagination and Guſtative Faculty a Fancy that it reliſhes of any Fruit a Man likes, and ſome will ſwear it:[…]

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Uch ay, said MacErchar, "they be's powersome brutes— powersome brutes, in troth, and plaguy cunning..

While a bat, like even the lowly lobster, has a biological self, it has no selfy self to speak of — no Center of Narrative Gravity