' "Tell me again," she begged, moving over to one end of her boulder. "Sit down and tell me again ‑ all of it."
I did. According to me, it was as foolish to try to read character from the shape of ears as from the position of stars, tea-leaves, or spit in the sand; anybody who started hunting for evidence of insanity in himself would certainly find plenty, because all but stupid minds were jumbled affairs. . . '
The Dain Curse