Is there thought in that head? feeling in that breast? Hear him!
"Tew-tew-tew-tew tew--"

CHANTECLER
But what harm does he do?

PATOU
He tew-tew-tews! And nothing is so mortal to thought and sentiment as
that same derisive tew-tewing, disingenuous and non-committal! Day by
day, and that is why I roll my rs, I must witness this debasing of
language and ideals. It's enough to produce rabies!

CHANTECLER
Come, Patou!--

PATOU
In their objectionable jargon, they have the ha-ha on all of us! I am no
fastidious King Charles, but I dislike, I tell you, being referred to as
His Whiskers!--Oh, to be gone, escape, follow the heels of some poor
shepherd without a crust in his wallet, but at least, at evening
drinking from the glassy pond, to have--oh, better than all
marrow-bones!--the fresh illusion of lapping up the stars!

CHANTECLER
[_Surprised at_ PATOU'S _having lowered his voice to utter the last
words._] Why do you drop your voice?

PATOU
You see?--If we speak of stars nowadays we must do it in a whisper! [_He
lays his head on his paws in deep dejection._]