That is rather sublime for a Western man, and largely untrue. A Southerner will meet him with a flat-footed denial, that we are not a nation, in the usual meaning of the word; that we are a mere union of sovereign states—large and small, each state equal, and known by some designation as New Yorkians, Virginians, Tennesseans, South Carolinians, Georgians, &c.; that nobody ever read of United Statesians, and as for Americans, the designation is a grand geographical lie, for Canadians, Kamschatkians, and Mexicans are equally Americans with the dwellers in the 34 respective states.

“ […] and Justin just kept mumbling to him, ‘Go away, go away, I want to sleep.’” “For real?” “For fake is what I think. But I don’t know […] ”

I knowe my self moost naked in al artes, / My comune ne vulgare eke moost interupte, / And I conversaunte and born in the partes / Where my natyfe langage is moost corrupt, / And with most sundry tonges myxt and rupte.

In the Janam Sakhis and utterances of Guru Nanak there is no reference, implicit or explicit, to the subject of manjis.