I have a brown hat onat least it was brown when we set offI am just wondering, therefore, with a sort of stupid curiosity, why the rill that so plenteously distills from its brim, and so madly races down my cold nose, should be sky blue, when I perceive that Barbara has left her shelter, and her lover, and is standing beside me.

oh Syr, I can distill this into a quintessence cal'd Argentum potabile.