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Menippus here shall take it off with the carpenter’s axe; the gangway will serve for a block.
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Oh, can’t I have a saw, Hermes? It would be much better fun.
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The axe must serve.—Shrewdly chopped!—Why, you look more like a man and less like a goat already.
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A little off the eyebrows?
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Why, certainly; he has trained them up all over his forehead, for reasons best known to himself—Worm! what, snivelling? afraid of death? Oh, get on board with you.
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He has still got the biggest thumper of all under his arm.
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What’s that?
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Flattery; many is the good turn that has done him.
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Oh, all right, Menippus; suppose you leave your independence behind you, and your plain-speaking, and your indifference, and your high spirit, and your jests!—No one else here has a jest about him.
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Don’t you, Menippus! you stick to them; useful commodities, these, on shipboard; light and handy.—
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You rhetorician there, with your verbosities and your barbarisms, your antitheses and balances and periods, off with the whole pack of them.
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Away they go.
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All’s ready. Loose the cable, and pull in the gangway; haul up the anchor; spread all sail; and, pilot, look to your helm. Good luck to our voyage!—
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What are you all whining about, you fools? You philosopher, late of the beard,—you’re as bad as any of them.
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Ah, Hermes: I had thought that the soul was immortal.
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He lies: that is not the cause of his distress.
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What is it, then?
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He knows that he will never have a good dinner again; never sneak about at night with his cloak over his head, going the round of the brothels; never spend his mornings in fooling boys out of their money, under the pretext of teaching them wisdom.
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And pray are you content to be dead?
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It may be presumed so, as I sought death of my own accord.—
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By the way, I surely heard a noise, as if people were shouting on the earth?
