He then lays certain silver money on the table, finds his hat, gropes his way down the broken stairs, gives a good morning to some rat-ridden doorkeeper, in bed in a black hutch beneath the stairs, and passes out.

the Advance of Science by discrediting empty and talkative notionality

Consider that the person asking is Mr. Bean, the diminutive, awkward, gravitationally challenged, accident-prone incarnation served up by Rowan Atkinson.

Then from the Joynts of thy prolifick Stemm A swelling Knot is raised (call’d a Gemm)