putting the thumbs of both hands upon the crupper before him, and thereupon leaning himself, as upon the only supporters of his body, he incontinently turned heels over head in the air, and strait found himself betwixt the bow of the saddle in a tolerable seat; then springing into the air with a summerset, he turned him about like a windmill, and made above a hundred frisks, turns, and demi-pommadas.”—Good God! cried Trim , losing all patience,—one home thrust of a bayonet is worth it all.⸺I think so too, replied Yorick .⸺
I am of a contrary opinion, quoth my father.