Felix Plater affirmed to be those of a giant nineteen feet high. I have gone through the treatises of Cassanion, and all those memoirs, pamphlets, answers, and rejoinders published respecting the skeleton of Teutobochus, the invader of Gaul, dug out of a sandpit in the Dauphiné, in 1613. In the eighteenth century I would have stood up for Scheuchzer’s pre-adamite man against Peter Campet. I have perused a writing, entitled Gigan ⁠—”

Here my uncle’s unfortunate infirmity met him⁠—that of being unable in public to pronounce hard words.

“The pamphlet entitled Gigan ⁠—”

He could get no further.

“ Giganteo ⁠—”