Warden, you ought to put him in charge of the loom-room.

He is a more profound master of inefficiency than the present incumbent, who is merely stupid without being a fool as well.

Now get out, all of you, unless you can think of worse to do to me.

In which case, by all means remain.

I invite you heartily to remain, if you think in your feeble imaginings that you have devised fresh torture for me." "He's a wooz, a true-blue, dyed-in-the-wool wooz," Doctor Jackson chanted, with the medico's delight in a novelty.
"Standing, you _are_ a wonder," the Warden said.