Trace blindly plowed on. “‘-no instruments of moving, and removing, such things as require much force; no knowledge of the face of the earth; no account of time; no arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death: and the life of ponykind, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short.’ All things considered, at this rate, I should probably be pleasantly surprised you actually managed to get the context half right.”