--Can you tell me, quoth _Phutatorius_, speaking to _Gastripheres_ who sat next to him----for one would not apply to a surgeon in so foolish an affair----can you tell me, _Gastripheres_, what is best to take out the fire? ----Ask _Eugenius_, said _Gastripheres_. ----That greatly depends, said _Eugenius_, pretending ignorance of the adventure, upon the nature of the part ----If it is a tender part, and a part which can conveniently be wrapt up ------It is both the one and the other, replied _Phutatorius_, laying his hand as he spoke, with an emphatical nod of his head, upon the part in question, and lifting up his right leg at the same time to ease and ventilate it. ------If that is the case, said _Eugenius_, I would advise you, _Phutatorius_, not to tamper with it by any means; but if you will send to the next printer, and trust your cure to such a simple thing as a soft sheet of paper just come off the press--you need do nothing more than twist it round. --The damp paper, quoth _Yorick_ (who sat next to his friend _Eugenius_) though I know it has a refreshing coolness in it--yet I presume is no more than the vehicle--and that the oil and lamp-black with which the paper is so strongly impregnated, does the business. --Right, said _Eugenius_, and is, of any outward application I would venture to recommend, the most anodyne and safe.
Was it my case, said _Gastripheres_, as the main thing is the oil and lamp-black, I should spread them thick upon a rag, and clap it on directly. ------That would make a very devil of it, replied _Yorick_. ----And besides, added _Eugenius_, it would not answer the intention, which is the extreme neatness and elegance of the prescription, which the Faculty hold to be half in half; ----for consider, if the type is a very small one (which it should be) the sanative particles, which come into contact in this form, have the advantage of being spread so infinitely thin, and with such a mathematical equality (fresh paragraphs and large capitals excepted) as no art or management of the spatula can come up to. ------It falls out very luckily, replied _Phutatorius_, that the second edition of my treatise _de Concubinis retinendis_ is at this instant in the press. ------You may take any leaf of it, said _Eugenius_------no matter which. ----Provided, quoth _Yorick_, there is no bawdry in it.------
They are just now, replied _Phutatorius_, printing off the ninth chapter----which is the last chapter but one in the book. ----Pray what is the title of that chapter? said _Yorick_; making a respectful bow to _Phutatorius_ as he spoke. ------I think, answered _Phutatorius_, 'tis that _de re concubinari_.
For Heaven's sake keep out of that chapter, quoth _Yorick_.
----By all means--added _Eugenius_.
'Can you tell me,' quoth Phutatorius, '-what is best to take out the heat?'
'That greatly depends,' said Eugenius, pretending ignorance of the adventure, 'upon the nature of the part. If it is a tender part, which can easily be wrapped up-'
'It is,' replied Phutatorius, lifting up his right leg to ventilate it.
'In that case,' said Eugenius, 'I would advise you not to tamper with it; but send to the printer, and trust your cure to a soft sheet of paper just come off the press - simply twist it round.'
'Although the damp paper has a refreshing coolness,' quoth Yorick, 'yet I presume it is the oil and lamp-black with which the paper is impregnated, which does the business.'
'Right,' said Eugenius, 'and it is a remedy both anodyne and safe.'
'As the main thing is the oil and lamp-black,' said Gastripheres, 'I should spread them thick upon a rag, and clap it on directly.'
'That would not answer,' said Eugenius, 'for the neatness and elegance of the prescription is what matters. For if the type is a very small one, the useful particles have the advantage of being spread so infinitely thin, and with such a mathematical equality (large capitals excepted) as no management of the spatula can come up to.'
'It is very lucky,' replied Phutatorius, 'that the second edition of my treatise is at this instant in the press.'
'You may use any page of it,' said Eugenius.
'Provided,' quoth Yorick, 'there is no bawdry in it.'
'They are just now printing the ninth chapter,' replied Phutatorius.
'Pray what is that chapter's title?' said Yorick, bowing respectfully.
'De re concubinaria - On the Matter of Concubines.'
'For Heaven's sake keep out of that chapter,' quoth Yorick.
Book 4 - Chapter 28