Oh, thou pitiable wight, dost thou yet lack the wit to compass so plain a query? Were thy faculties less clouded by indolence, thou might'st discern the answer, as clear as the sun at noonday. Methinks the ancients themselves would marvel at such a profound lack of sagacity! Pray, summon what scant sense remains within thee and cease to burden the air with questions that even a babe might resolve.