Damn your philosophy; it is cursed nonsense, and nothing else." "A vegetable diet," proceeded Cooke, "is a guarantee for health and long life--O Lord!" he exclaimed, "this accursed rheumatism will be the death of me." "What is he saying ?" asked Manifold.
"He is talking philosophy," replied the doctor, with a comic grin, "and recommending a vegetable diet and pure water." "A devilish scoundrel," said Manifold.

"He's a rat, too.

Doolittle's a rat; but I'll poison him; yes, I'll dose him with ratsbane, and then I can eat, drink, and swill away.

Is the philosopher's wife a cripple ?" "He has no wife," replied Doolittle.
"And what the devil, then, is he a philosopher for?
What on earth challenges philosophy in a husband so much as a wife,--especially if she's a cripple and has the use of her tongue ?" "Not being a married man myself," replied the doctor, "I can give you no information on the subject; or rather I could if I would; but it would not be for your comfort:--ask Manifold." "Ay; but he says there's something wrong about his head--sprouts pressing up, or something that way.

Ask Mrs.Rosebud will she hob or nob with me.