While my spirit ranges through all the changes
Could turn the world to felicity!
When Aristotle..."
Mother: It is like a dream to me I heard that
name. Aristotle of the books.
Conan: (Eagerly.) What did you hear about him?
Mother: I don't know was it about him or was
it some other one. My memory to be as good as
it is bad I might maybe bring it to mind.
Conan: Hurry on now and remember!
Mother: Ah, it's hard remember anything and
the weather so uncertain as what it is.
Conan: Is it of late you heard it?
Mother: It was maybe ere yesterday or some
day of the sort; I don't know. Since the age
tampered with me the thing I'd hear to-day I
wouldn't think of to-morrow.