Wulf and I galloped and galloped over those accursed sand-heaps till the horses stuck fast; and when they got their wind again, we found each pair of dogs with a deer down between them--and what can man want more, if he cannot get fighting?
You eat them, so you need not sneer.' 'Well, dogs are the only things worth having, then, that this Alexandria does produce.' 'Except fair ladies!' put in one of the girls.
'Of course.

I'll except the women.

But the men-' 'The what?
I have not seen a man since I came here, except a dock-worker or two--priests and fine gentlemen they are all--and you don't call them men, surely ?' 'What on earth do they do, beside riding donkeys ?' 'Philosophise, they say.' 'What's that ?' 'I'm sure I don't know; some sort of slave's quill-driving, I suppose.' 'Pelagia! do you know what philosophising is ?' 'No--and I don't care.' 'I do,' quoth Agilmund, with a look of superior wisdom; 'I saw a philosopher the other day.' 'And what sort of a thing was it ?' 'I'll tell you.

I was walking down the great street there, going to the harbour; and I saw a crowd of boys--men they call them here--going into a large doorway.

So I asked one of them what was doing, and the fellow, instead of answering me, pointed at my legs, and set all the other monkeys laughing.