Explore "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Part 1" by Mark Twain on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The moment I got a chance I slipped aside privately and touched an ancient common looking man on the shoulder and said, in an insinuating, confidential way:
"Friend, do me a kindness. Do you belong to the asylum, or are you just on a visit or something like that?"