He may be weak in his makas, his eyes, but he has been blessed by an excess in his mana'o, his mind.
So Jack enters: / And trips up staires, as quick, as come penny, / Where we find, what's before good company! / Three female idle feaks, who long'd for pigs head.
Have it out with him to-night. Fair and square. Out he goes, Edmund, neck and crop. Out, by thunder.
When that metaphor proves untenable, he switches to insisting that women are like beer but that’s mainly as a pretext to drink until he passes out in a father-son bonding haze.
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