A turn of the Wheel, and we return to the beginning, Headlong Hall (1816), Chapter IV. Squire Headlong has been bemoaning the sorry state of the grounds at Headlong Hall.

"My dear sir," said Mr. Milestone, "accord me your permission to wave the wand of enchantment over your grounds. The rocks shall be blown up, the trees shall be cut down, the wilderness and all its goats shall vanish like mist. Pagodas and Chinese bridges, gravel walks and shrubberies, bowling greens, canals, and clumps of larch, shall rise upon its ruins. One age, sir, has brought to light the treasures of ancient learning; a second has penetrated into the depths of metaphysics; a third has brought to perfection the science of astronomy; but it was reserved for the exclusive genius of the present times, to invent the noble art of picturesque gardening, which has given, as it were, a new tint to the complexion of nature, and a new outline to the physiognomy of the universe!"

 A return trip to Nightmare Abbey (1818), Chapter VIII.

Marionetta.—Do you, or do you not, know what is the matter with my cousin?

Mr. Flosky. —To say that I do not know, would be to say that I do not know, would be to say that I am ignorant of something; and God forbid that a transcendental metaphysician, who has pure anticipated cognitions of everything, and carries the whole science of geometry in his head without ever having looked into Euclid, should fall into so empirical an error as to declare himself ignorant of anything; to say that I do know, would be to pretend to positive and circumstantial knowledge touching present matter of fact, which, when you consider the nature of evidence, and the various lights in which the same thing may be seen—

 Marionetta.—I see, Mr. Flosky, that either you have no information, or are determined not to impart it; and I beg your pardon for having given you this unnecessary trouble. 

 Mr. Flosky.—My dear Miss O'CarrolI, it would have given me great pleasure to have said anything that would have given you pleasure; but if any person living could make report of having obtained any information on any subject from Ferdinando Flosky, my transcendental reputation would be ruined for ever.

The Wheel returns us to Crotchet Castle (1831), Chapter VIII, Science and Charity. On his way home from dinner, Reverend Doctor Folliott has been attacked by a pair of ruffians. He successfully (accidentally) defends himself.

...'I will beat you to a jelly, and I will then roll you into the ditch, to lie till the constable comes for you, thief.’

‘Hold! hold! reverend sir,’ exclaimed the penitent culprit, ‘I am disabled already in every finger, and in every joint. I will roll myself into the ditch, reverend sir.’

‘Stir not, rascal,’ returned the divine, ‘stir not so much as the quietest leaf above you, or my bamboo rebounds on your body, like hail in a thunder-storm. Confess, speedily, villain; are you simple thief, or would you have manufactured me into a subject, for the benefit of science? Ay, miscreant caitiff, you would have made me a subject for science, would you? You are a schoolmaster abroad, are you? You are marching with a detachment of the march of mind, are you? You are a member of the Steam Intellect Society, are you? You swear by the learned friend, do you?’

‘Oh no, reverend sir,’ answered the criminal, ‘I am innocent of all these offences, whatever they are...' 

Note: "Caitiff" is a coward, villain, despicable person.