So, too, in degree, with my Syllogisms." "And what of them ?" "Did I not just hint what they were, my child?
I repeat, they are of various sorts: Connex, and Conjunct, for example." "And what of them ?" persisted Mohi; while Babbalanja, arms folded, stood serious and mute; a sneer on his lip.
"As with other branches of my dialectics: so, too, in their way, with my Syllogisms.

Thus: when I say,--If it be warm, it is not cold:-- that's a simple Sumption.

If I add, But it is warm:--that's an _Ass_umption." "So called from the syllogist himself, doubtless;" said Mohi, stroking his beard.
"Poor ignorant babe! no.

Listen:--if finally, I say,--Therefore it is not cold that's the final inference." "And a most triumphant one it is!" cried Babbalanja.

"Thrice profound, and sapient Doxodox! Light of Mardi! and Beacon of the Universe! didst ever hear of the Shark-Syllogism ?" "Though thy epithets be true, my child, I distrust thy sincerity.