'Rats and mice and such small deer,' as Shakespeare has it, 'chicken feed of the larder' they might be called.
I'm past all that sort of nonsense.

You might as well ask a man to eat molecules with a pair of chopsticks, as to try to interest me about the less carnivora, when I know of what is before me." "I see," I said.

"You want big things that you can make your teeth meet in?
How would you like to breakfast on an elephant ?" "What ridiculous nonsense you are talking ?" He was getting too wide awake, so I thought I would press him hard.
"I wonder," I said reflectively, "what an elephant's soul is like!" The effect I desired was obtained, for he at once fell from his high-horse and became a child again.
"I don't want an elephant's soul, or any soul at all!" he said.

For a few moments he sat despondently.

Suddenly he jumped to his feet, with his eyes blazing and all the signs of intense cerebral excitement.
"To hell with you and your souls!" he shouted.