“Nay, Sir, it was not the WINE that made your head ache, but the SENSE that I put into it''What, Sir! will sense make the head ache?''Yes, Sir, (with a smile,) when it is not used to it.”

“Where did you get your copies?" "Out of my head." "That head I see now on your shoulders?" "Yes, sir.”

“Every day Zuigan used to call out to himself, "Master!" and then he answered himself, "Yes, Sir!" And he added, "Awake, Awake!" and then answered, "Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir!""From now onwards, do not be deceived by others!" "No, Sir! I will not, Sir!"”

“Bailey, where’s your hat?”“In my pocket, sir!”“Why isn’t it on your head?”“Because I can’t get my head in my pocket, sir!”

“Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,if you be out, sir, I can mend you.”

“How can you protect yourself by carrying a sword if you don’t know how to use it?’Not me, sir. Other people. They see the sword and don’t attack me,’ said Maladict patiently.Yes, but if they did, lad, you wouldn’t be any good with it,’ said the sergeant.No, sir. I’d probably settle for just ripping their heads off, sir. That’s what I mean by protection, sir. Theirs, not mine. And I’d get hell from the League if I did that, sir.”