Conan
:
Aristotle in the hour
He left Ireland left a power....
Rock: Foolishness! I never would believe in
poetry or in dreams or images, but in ready money
down. (Jingles bag.)
Conan: I tell you you'll see me getting the
victory over all Ireland!
Rock: You have but a cracked headpiece thinking
that will come to you.
Conan: I tell you it will! No end at all in the
world to what I am about to bring in!
Rock: It's easy praise yourself!
Conan: And so I am praising myself, and so will
you all be praising me when you will see all that
I will do!