"I like it for love's sake," says one.
"I like it regular," says another.
"I like it with a long mane."
"I like it with a spring lock."
"I like it unmasked."
"I like it on horseback."
"I like it as coming from God," says Madame Deschars.
"How do you like it?" you say to your wife.
"I like it legitimate."
This response of your wife is not understood, and sends you a journey
into the constellated fields of the infinite, where the mind, dazzled
by the multitude of creations, finds it impossible to make a choice.
"Where do you put it?"
"In a carriage."
"In a garret."
"In a steamboat."
"In the closet."
"On a cart."
"In prison."
"In the ears."
"In a shop."