You'll Get There Before I Can Tell You
MR. NEVILLE, formerly a fellow of Jesus College, was distinguished, by
many innocent singularities, uncommon shyness, and stammering of speech,
but when he used bad words he could talk fluently. In one of his
solitary rambles a countryman met him and inquired the road.
Tu--u--rn, says Neville, to--to--to-- and so on for a minute or two;
at last he burst out, Confound it, man! you'll get there before I can
tell you!