The nervous man is the original harp ov one thousand strings.
He is a fiddle, past finding out.
The tread ov an elephant don't skare him, but he wilteth when the mouse nibbles in the wainscot.
He turneth pale at the coming ov the spider.
He laffeth when the whirlwind is on a bender, but shuddereth when the striped snaik walks out for an airing.
He gazeth at the red lightning with joy, when it gasheth the heavens; but the scales ov his back lift up in horrer when old Baxter files up his wood-saw.
The nervous man is a very singular critter—he might more properly be called a plural critter.
My advice tew the nervous man is tew drink milk for a living, and for excitement chaw spruce gum.
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