"Very likely," he says, "though have you seen the abbess of Shaftesbury?" Gregory looks worried.
There is something to what he says, though.
I'm very lucky," he says, though he looks anything but.
He says, though, there have been benefits from these experiences.
"Wow," he says, though in his accent it comes out as, "Whoa".
A vast majority are former Episcopalians, he says, though some came from other Protestant denominations.
"I knowed very well I had done wrong," he says, though the reader, and Twain, know he has done right.
"I can't allow myself to go there," he says, though later, with regained composure, he ventures an answer.
"I can't help but write Martian," he says, "though I am somewhat naturalised to human society these days".
The president has to respond, he says, though there is the danger of "an incremental drip by drip intervention".
Like much of what he says, though, this should probably be taken as metaphorical, conceptual-art truth and not gospel.
