andrey feigns due awe of nikolai vassilievich of course , but , mumbling unintelligibly as he does , andrey still knows for sure that his mark will not quite exactly mirror the fact that he has neither opened any book on the course programme nor seen the professor doing his main job at the pulpit , his silver tongue pouring out undiluted middle english to the drowsing audience , too recently weaned from mother goose to be able to partake of swiche licour .