He acutes his rising inflection too much.

Kathleen pointed to the area below the belt. You know, you should be prepared. He's probably not snipped.

The doom of Fate was, Be thou a Dandy! Have thy eye-glasses, opera-glasses, thy Long-Acre cabs with white-breeched tiger, thy yawning impassivities, pococurantisms; fix thyself in Dandyhood, undeliverable; it is thy doom.

The yawning gap in neuroscientists’ understanding of their topic is in the intermediate scale of the brain’s anatomy.