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"Yield thee, recreant," said the King.
"Shan't," said Sir Grummore.

A strong example of why we are taught to vary sentence length in writing classes

“Therapeutic,
Elephantic,
Diagnosis,
Boom!
Pancreatic,
Microstatic,
Anti-toxic,
Doom!
With a normal catabolism,
Gabbleism and babbleism,
Snip, Snap, Snorum,
Cut out his abdonorum.
Dyspepsia,
Anemia,
Toxaemia,
One, two, three,
And out goes He,
With a fol-de-rol-derido for the Five Guinea Fee.”

Context: Merlyn turned into a moat-dwelling fish physician. That should reasonably explain it. 😃

We are playing so fast and loose with historical accuracy here that it’s literally incredible in the exact sense of the word.

“The old gentleman leaned back in his chair and lighted an enormous meerschaum pipe—Good gracious, he breaths fire, thought the Wart, who had never heard of tobacco—before he was ready to reply.”

”But about these boys,” said Sir Grummore. “How many of them are there, do you know?”

“Two,” said Sir Ector, “counting them both, that is.”

😭