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`` Idiot ! Good gracious ! are you talking of your friend Mr. Potts ? Why , I was tired to death of hearing his praises sung in my ears morning , noon , and night at Brooklyn ; and now , because I am barely civil to him , he must be called an idiot ! That is rather severe on him , is it not ? '' `` Never mind Potts . I am thinking principally of Shadwell .