Damn me, but all things are queer, come to think of 'em.

But that's against my principles.

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth--So here goes again.

But how's that?
didn't he call me a dog?
blazes! he called me ten times a donkey, and piled a lot of jackasses on top of THAT! He might as well have kicked me, and done with it.

Maybe he DID kick me, and I didn't observe it, I was so taken all aback with his brow, somehow.