Well really now it puzzles me to read them.
SITTAH.
In earnest?
RECHA.
Yes, in earnest, for my father
Hates cold book-learning, which makes an impression
With its dead letters only on the brain.
SITTAH.
What say you? Aye, he’s not unright in that.
So then the greater part of what you know—
RECHA.
I know but from his mouth—of most of it
I could relate to you, the how, the where,
The why he taught it me.
SITTAH.