a king to play with, one might compare you 
with great accuracy to a young she-frog invok-
ing the Ideal. If you despise King Log (as I am 
at present, you know well) beware of King 
Stork, who will crunch you and swallow you 
and kill at his pleasure! 
“Poet as I am, I am not the dupe that you 
would like to think; and if you weary me too 
often with your affected complainings I will 
treat you like a wild woman of the woods or 
throw you out of the window like an empty 
bottle.”