Ganymede, in his own opinion, is the only wood-carver worth attention.
Suffering Moses is the prince of workers in lacquer, according to his own showing.
The nose of the boat grates up against the slimy step of the landing-place, and you plunge forthwith into Babel.
“Will you come to my shop?”
“No—you are going somewhere else.”
“After?”
“Perhaps!”
“To-day, master?”
“No—no time to-day.”
“To-morrow, then—I got very naice kyriasity [curiosity]—to-morrow, master—what time?”