leonardo da vinci self portrait

room, to take up the less space. He walked as softly as the Ghost in Hamlet, and more slowly. He carried his head on one side, partly in modest depreciation of himself, partly in modest propitiation of everybody else. It is nothing to say that he hadn't a word to throw at a dog. He couldn't have thrown a word at a mad dog. He might have offered him one gently, or half a one, or a fragment of one; for he spoke as slowly as he walked;
but he wouldn't have been rude to him, and he couldn't have been quick with him, for any earthly consideration. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Chillip, looking mildly at my aunt with his head on one side, and making her a little bow, said, in allusion to the jewellers' cotton, as he softly touched his left ear: ¡¡¡¡'Some local irritation, ma'am?' ¡¡¡¡'What!' replied my aunt, pulling the cotton out of one ear like a cork. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Chillip was so alarmed by her abruptness - as he told my mother afterwards - that it was a mercy he didn't lose his presence of mind. But he repeated sweetly: ¡¡¡¡'Some local irritation, ma'am?'