From Harper's Magazine 1919 There were few who knew and, frankly, there were few who seemed to care to know what Old Dalton meant when he mumbled, in his aspirate and toothless quest for expression of the thoughts that doddered through his misty old brain, "Thay wur-rld luks diff'rent now all diff'rent now, yagh!" Sometimes he would go on, after a pause, in a kind of laborious elucidation: "Na, na! Ma there, now, she's gone. I egh, egh I went to school 'long of her; an' et didn't matter so much, mun, about th' rest going, 's long as she wer' here. But now she's gone, ey. Agh-m! Ey, now she's gone-like, an' th' ain't nobody to help me keep keep a-hold o' things. I'm a hundred years old, mun. Agh-m! You wouldn't you wouldn't know what I was meanin', now, when I tell you this here world has g