И снова нужна помощь в расшифровке низшего готика:
”’E said sommat about levers an’ movin’ the universe, sire. Don’t see that there’s anythin’ wrong with it where it is, but that’s scholars for you, ain’t it sir?”
”He says he’s solved the riddle of steel, sire, an’ now he keeps muckin’ about with lightning an’ dead animals. Bloody messy it is too.”
”I ain’t never seen so many books, whatever can he be doin’? All that paper ain’t good for yer health. Still, least he ain’t cuttin’ up no dead Grox no more, sir.”