Edgar Allan Poe,
Never Bet the Devil Your Head
(1841)
“ One extreme induces another. I wonder if he has forgotten the many unanswerable questions which he propounded to me so fluently on the day when I gave him my last lecture? At all events, he is cured of the transcendentals.""Ahem!" here replied Toby, just as if he had been reading my thoughts, and looking like a very old sheep in a revery.The old gentleman now took him by the arm, and led him more into the shade of the bridge—a few paces back from the turnstile. "My good fellow," said he, "I make it a point of conscience to allow you this much run. ”

