You don't like what I say, do you ?" with easy impudence.
"Well, I said it to sting you--if there's any sensation left under your hide.

And I'll say something else: if you'd care for somebody beside yourself for a change and give the overworked Ego a vacation, you'd get along with your pretty neighbour yonder.

Oh, yes, you would; she was quite inclined to like you before you began to turn, physically, into a stall-fed prize winner.

You're only thirty-seven or eight; you've a reasonable chance yet to exchange obesity for perspicacity before it smothers what intellect remains.

And if you're anything except what you're beginning to resemble you'll stop sharp, behave yourself, go to see your neighbour, and"-- with a shrug--"marry her.