But he's citified and holds his cup just right and never has to think about it.
His father had held a prebendal stall at Ely in times when prebendal stalls were worth more than they are at present, and having also been possessed of a living in the neighbourhood, had amassed a considerable sum of money.
Dr. Ben gave me a good laugh. As a matter of fact I saw him at City College several years back with his crowd of 'hoteps'. […] He loves to beat up on the black bourgeios and brought a few light skinned freshman girls to tears. He doesn't conceal his feelings about his ostracism and sometimes it can get rather tedious. But if you have a thousand bucks he'll show you the pyramids the way they are supposed to be seen, and things will be happy again.
The poor patient knew at once his master's tongue, and lifting up one of his eyes, the other being stiff and barkened down, said in a melancholy voice, Ah, master, do you think I'll get better?
