Epistemon asked him how they called those strange craggy rocks and deep valleys.

He told them it was a colony brought out of Attorneyland, and called Process, and that if we forded the river somewhat further beyond the rocks we should come into the island of the Apedefers.

By the memory of the decretals, said Friar John, tell us, I pray you, what you honest men here live on?
Could not a man take a chirping bottle with you to taste your wine?
I can see nothing among you but parchment, ink-horns, and pens.

We live on nothing else, returned Double-fee; and all who live in this place must come through my hands.

How, quoth Panurge, are you a shaver, then?
Do you fleece 'em?
Ay, ay, their purse, answered Double-fee; nothing else.