The Old Carpenter

He was a stript, abstract, an unfractioned, integral, uncompromised as a new born babe living with a premeditated reference to this world or the next. His brain, if he ever had one, must have early oozed along into the muscles of his fingers. He was like one of those unreasoning, but still highly useful moltum and parvo sheffield contrivances. So if a priors wanted to use the carpenter for a screwdriver, all they had to do was to open that part of him and the screw was fast or fit for tweezers. Take him up by the legs and there they were. If he did