Have you not heard, Father Dennet,'' quoth one boor to another advanced in years, ``that the devil has carried away bodily the great Saxon Thane, Athelstane of Coningsburgh?
An please your reverence,'' said Dennet, ``a drunken priest came to visit the Sacristan at Saint Edmund's ''
Well, then,'' answered Father Dennet, ``a holy brother came to visit the Sacristan at Saint Edmund's a sort of hedge-priest is the visitor, and kills half the deer that are stolen in the forest, who loves the tinkling of a pint-pot better than the sacring-bell, and deems a flitch of bacon worth ten of his breviary; for the rest, a good fellow and a merry, who will flourish a quarter-staff, draw a bow, and dance a Cheshire round, with e'er a man in Yorkshire.
That last part of thy speech, Dennet,'' said the Minstrel, ``has saved thee a rib or twain.
Nay, then, e'en tell the story yourself, my masters,'' said Dennet, turning sulky at these repeated contradictions; and it was with some difficulty that the boor could be prevailed on, by the request of his comrade and the Minstrel, to renew his tale.
De manera demasiado concreta Dennet
lo ejemplifica diciendo que "si uno ingresa al cerebro por el ojo, camina hasta el nervio optico, dando vueltas y vueltas alrededor del cortex, buscando detras de cada neurona y luego, antes de percatarse de ello, emerge a la luz del dia montado sobre un impulso nervioso, rascandose la cabeza y preguntandose donde esta el yo" (35).