Sack of wisdom. Ha! I’m just an old murderer’s sack that’s been slung up a tree. Normally the mob uses me to carry dead men from one place to another, but my carrier is alive and well, and clever to boot. He’s managed to get a smart fellow—a scholar, no less—to take his place in my hold. He’s told him that I’m going to impart to him all the knowledge in the world!
Oh, haha! He’s managed to sell him a spot, a very tight spot!