"My son, what is the chief end of your existence?"
"My father," I answered, "it is the study of Nosology."
"And what, Robert," he inquired, "is Nosology?"
"Sir," I said, "it is the Science of Noses."
"And can you tell me," he demmanded, "what is the meaning of a nose?"
"A nose, my father," I replied, great softened, "has been variously defined by a thousand
different authors...[T]he nose, according to Bartholinus, is that protuberence - that
bump - that escrescence - that...
a leitura completa desse conto, "Lionizing," pode ser continuada aqui
fazia a caminhada diária. que proveito!)
