Why, there is not time for a man to be sick in it, replied he ----What a cursed lyar! for I am sick as a horse, quoth I, already----what a brain! ----upside down! ----hey-day! the cells are broke loose one into another, and the blood, and the lymph, and the nervous juices, with the fix'd and volatile salts, are all jumbled into one mass----good G--! everything turns round in it like a thousand whirlpools ----I'd give a shilling to know if I shan't write the clearer for it----
Sick! sick! sick! sick!----

'Why, there is not time for a man to be sick,' replied he.
'What a cursed liar! for I am sick as a horse already,' quoth I. 'What a brain! - upside down! hey-day! the cells are broke loose one into another, and the blood, and lymph, and nervous juices are all jumbled into one mass - everything turns round in it like a thousand whirlpools-
'Sick! sick! sick! sick!
