Daddy, sais I, since I became an author, and honorary corresponding member of the Slangwhanger Society, your occupation and mine ain't much unlike, is it? How? said he. Why, Dad, sais I, you cut up the dead, and I cut up the livin.

To hawke, or els to hunt From the auter to the funt

[…] this guy she's seen before with the . . . ferret? or mongoose? ... an ottery thing, whatever, on a clothesline leash. . . .

This sounds as if by the judgment of Paul a man might put away any wife but the misbelieving ; or else the parts are not discrete , or dissentany , for both conclude not putting away