A malignant temper sometimes vents itself chiefly in ferocity of language.
The man whose tongue is thus at war with all the world cannot reply to the simplest inquiry except by some such rejoinder as Trouble not me with your questions: nor will he return a civil salutation: and so unwilling is he to give a direct answer, that even when a customer asks the price of an article, he only mutters, What fault have you to find with it If his friends send him presents, with compliments, when he is preparing a feast, he receives them, saying, Yes, yes; these things are not intended for gifts: I must return as much again. He has no pardon for those who may unwittingly shove or jostle him, or tread on his toe. If a loan is asked of him, at first he refuses; but afterwards he brings the money, saying that he is willing to throw so much silver away. If he strikes his foot against a stone, he utters a tremendous operation on it. He will neither wait for, nor stay with any one long: nor will he sing, or recite verses, or dance in company.
It is a man of this spirit who dares to live without offering supplications to heaven.