Dreams
“My lord,” said the favorite to Bloculocus, “you must render me another piece of service. Last night a crowd of extravagant fancies disturbed my head. It was a dream of a very odd kind: and I have been assured that you are the most able person of Congo in decyphering dreams. Then give me quickly the interpretation of this;” and withal she related her own.
“Madam,” answered Bloculocus, “I am but a middling Oneirocritic—”
“Pray spare these terms of art,” cried the favorite: “drop your learning, and talk reason to me.”
“Madam, you shall be obeyed. I have some singular notions relating to dreams: and to this alone perhaps I am indebted for the honour of conversing with you, and for the epithet of Saturnine. I will explain them to you with all the perspicuity I am capable of.