Maybe you think it's fine doin's to be Shakespeare, Doc Weaver, but I don't, and I ain't going to marry a man that's like a two-headed cow, half one thing and half another, and not all of any.

When you git your senses,' I says, 'you can talk about marryin' me' and off I went, perky as a peacock.

But I cried 'most all night.
"Him an' me kind of stood off from each other after that, and I made up my mind I'd die before I'd marry Doc so long as he was Shakespeare, and Doc had got the notion that he was Shakespeare so set in his mind it seemed likely he would.
"I hadn't never took much stock in poetry readin' since I got out of 'Mother Goose,' but I begun to read Shakespeare a little jist to see what kind of poetry Doc thought he had writ when he was Shakespeare.
Well, I wouldn't want to see sich books in the Sunday School Lib'ry, that's all I've got to say.

Some I couldn't make sense out of, but there was one long poem about Venus and some young feller--well, I shouldn't thing the gov'ment would allow sich things printed! I jist knowed Doc couldn't ever have writ such stuff.

There ain't so much meanness in him.
But I couldn't see clear how to make Doc see it that way.
"I'd about given up hopes of ever curing Doc, when one day a feller come to town and give a lecture in the dance room over the grocery.