Alas, poor human head! I knew him, Zero; a fellow of infinite experiments, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gripping now? Your BP? Your whining? Your flashes of suffering, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

Jake stopped eating and looked up cautiously. "What kind of question is that?" And why did he want to know?