The Commodore staid at Lisbon a week, in which time there happened two of the greatest sights that could be seen had he staid there a whole year, – a bull feast, and the procession of Corpus Christi.

I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran.

I told him almost every play that he was weak, that he was soft. Them are straight facts. He just can't handle the truth. It's facts. I told him his time was almost up. I told him that it was easy, which it was. He had one catch for 6 yards. I was just out there spitting facts to him. He got mad.

When he is accused of being “still a hick, like your old man,” he recoils violently from the thought of reliving his father’s insignificant life. “Today I’m famous for being crazy,” he replies, ‘‘tomorrow I’ll be famous as a swordsman.” For a while, Musashi considers using his father’s swordbreaker in his duel but discards the iron fork, after he melodramatically announces that “I can give up my life—but not my name.”