Private Johnson, step forward!

“Exactly,” said the professor; “he overspells in some places, but it was not for its spelling but for its honesty that I laid it before you, Mr. Trustee.”

[…] at laſt I left them I’ th’ filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell, There dancing vp to th’ chins, that the fowle Lake Ore-ſtunck their feet.

Two series of moments, far apart yet with commonalities, involve experiences of eye-lock with a girlfriend and a hyena.