FELLOW.
A fellow iz like a bottle ov ginger pop that haz stood six hours with the kork out, in a warm room—it ain’t ginger nor it ain’t pop.
A fellow iz a hybrid; he hain’t got enny more karakter than a drizzly day haz, he iz every boddy’s cuzzin, and hangs around like a lost dog.
He iz often clever, and that iz jist what ruins him. A clever phellow iz wuss oph than a mulatto.
I am sorry for this—i am aktually sad.