'What is this?' he asked, interrupting, 'a serial stawry?
Getting no answer he called my name, and when Force had paused he came near.
'In the sixth chapter and fifth verse of Proverbs,' said he, 'it is written:
“Deliver thyself as a roe from the hand of the hunter and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.” Deliver thyself, Brower.
I did so, ducking under Force's arm and hastening to my chamber.
'Ye have a brawling, busy tongue, man,' I heard McClingan saying. 'By the Lord! ye should know a dull tongue is sharper than a serpent's tooth.
'You are a meddlesome fellow,' said Force.
'If I were you,' said McClingan, 'I would go and get for myself the long ear of an ass and empty my memory into it every day. Try it, man. Give it your confidence exclusively. Believe me, my dear Force, you would win golden opinions.
'It would be better than addressing an ear of wax,' said Force, hurriedly withdrawing to his own room.
This answer made McClingan angry.