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We were somewhere around Verona, on the edge of Veneto, when the Capulets began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded, maybe you should quarrel”…
The op doth protest too much, methinks. >

I bite my thumb at OP >

No, sir. I do not bite my thumb at OP, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir. >

Do you quarrel sir? >

Quarrel, sir? No, sir! >

We can't stop here! This is bat country!