And greatly I marvelled within me at the change which had come since the morn.
I followed him closer, and noticed that his eyes bent an idiot's stare
Upon the ground o'er which he wandered, while his lips slightly moved, as in prayer.
Astonished I listened, and heard him mutter low with a half-smothered sigh,
"All z's which are y's are some x's, yet all x which is z is not y."
I sat by his bed through that evening; the poor creature fitfully snoozed;
I needed no doctor to tell me that his brain was most sadly confused.
At intervals of a few minutes he would shriek in stentorian tone,
"Celarent," "Felapton," "Bramantip," and then would smile faintly and moan.
Now and then he would wake for an instant; his eye with a bright light would gleam,
As he piteously begged me to give him a nice and well-formed "Enthymeme."
When I tenderly asked him if "better," he replied, in irascible mood,
That "the fallacy of many questions" had never done him any good.
I saw he was in a "Dilemma," such a vary "Destructive" one too,
That, dreading "invalid conclusion," I was quite at a loss what to do.
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