I don't like idiots. You can say, I'm an idiotist

His words, accordingly, proceeding from a mind in a dark, hot, cloudful state, were metallic, meteoric, ball-like.

The Africans, it seems, have the British countryman's habit of making a phonetically similar sentence out of a bird's call. The yellow-hammer, for instance, is supposed to say a-little-bit-of-bread-and-no-cheese. In Zande, the laughing dove calls urugu nolu akpi akpi, which can be translated as the planter of eleusine [a local cereal] will die.

That cutter is no good to me now. I could have done with it yesterday.