in those Tapets weren fashioned / Many faire pourtraicts, and many a faire feate […]

On the self-expression of an autonomous subject or the Ich, is dialectic, which is utterly monological. And yet, the monological discourse is the one wherein everything is in nuce already finalized in its very intention […]

I looked up from under the bush, and saw a dark place in the sky, I heard a voice, it said; Call for rain,—and I did call. But no rain fell—I knew I was to be a rain-maker. Our people have always had rain-makers among them. So looking up again, a flash of lightning came out of the cloud, I heard another voice, it said: I will send you a thunderbolt—pick it up—keep it, and when the earth is dry, hold it up towards the sky, and it will bring down the rain.

You mumpish beefalo (you sulky old cow).