A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 11 Page 10

that’s all right, give us a rest; never mind about the direction, hang the direction — I beg pardon, I beg a thousand pardons, I am not well to-day; pay no attention when I soliloquize, it is an old habit, an old, bad habit, and hard to get rid of when one’s digestion is all disordered with eating food that was raised forever and ever before he was born; good land!

a man can’t keep his functions regular on spring chickens thirteen hundred years old. But come — never mind about that; let’s — have you got such a thing as a map of that region about you? Now a good map — ”

“Is it peradventure that manner of thing which of late the unbelievers have brought from over the great seas, which, being boiled in oil, and an onion and salt added thereto, doth —