"What you do is find your centre - can you do that?""My navel, you mean?" I said."No, no!" he howled. "You're not a woman! Or are you?"
The distant dogs howled, the melancholy kine complained, and the winds went on raging, whilst furious sheets of rain drove along the roof; but the Majesty of England slept on, undisturbed, and the calf did the same, it being a simple creature, and not easily troubled by storms or embarrassed by sleeping with a king.mark twain