The Thing must End. I am no boy! I am
No boy! I being twenty-one. Uncle, you make
A great mistake, a very great mistake,
In chiding me for letting slip a Damn!
Whats more, you called me Mothers one ewe
lamb,
Bade me refrain from swearingfor her sake
Till Im grown up . . .By God! I think you
take
Too much upon you, Uncle William!
You say I am your brothers only son.
I know it. And, What of it? I reply.
My hearts resolved. Something must be done.
So shall I curb, so baffle, so suppress
This too avuncular officiousness,
Intolerable consanguinity.