----Here are two senses, cried _Eugenius_, as we walk'd along, pointing with the forefinger of his right hand to the word _Crevice_, in the one hundred and seventy-eighth page of the first volume of this book of books; ------here are two senses--quoth he --And here are two roads, replied I, turning short upon him----a dirty and a clean one----which shall we take? --The clean, by all means, replied _Eugenius_. _Eugenius_, said I, stepping before him, and laying my hand upon his breast----to define--is to distrust. ----Thus I triumph'd over _Eugenius_; but I triumph'd over him as I always do, like a fool. ----'Tis my comfort, however, I am not an obstinate one: therefore

'Here are two meanings,' cried Eugenius, pointing with his forefinger at the word Crevice, in the one hundred and seventy-eighth page of the first volume of this book.
'And here are two roads,' replied I, 'a dirty and a clean one - which shall we take?'
'The clean,' replied Eugenius.
'Eugenius', said I, stepping before him, 'to define is to distrust.' Thus I triumphed over Eugenius; but I triumphed over him like a fool. However, I am not an obstinate one: therefore-
