“And your remarks on the text,” Mr. Gott declared, “are merely a muddle.”
“Yes, Gott,” said Mike meekly.
“You see, Mike, you haven't any brain really.”
“No, of course not,” said Mike.
“You must just keep to the cackle and write nicely. You write very nicely.”
“Yes,” said Mike, dubiously.
“Keep off thinking things out, and you'll do well. In fact, you'll go far.”