That is a nerdy song.

Damn the worshipful lady, and all other worshipfuls! There'll be no more worshipfuls here! I'll give way to no one before my own shop!

What splendid names for boys there are! / There's Carol like a rolling car, / And Martin like a flying bird, / And Adam like the Lord's First Word, / And Raymond like the Harvest Moon, / And Peter like a piper's tune,

When in Faröe, I obtained at the cave in Naalsöe globules of Faröelite, composed of crystals large enough to afford satisfactory measurements with the reflecting goniometer.