TheincompatibilityofMr。Barlowwithallotherportionsofmyyounglifebuthimself，theadamantineinadaptabilityofthemantomyfavouritefanciesandamusements，isthethingforwhichIhatehimmost。WhatrighthadhetoborehiswayintomyArabianNights？Yethedid。HewasalwayshintingdoubtsoftheveracityofSindbadtheSailor。IfhecouldhavegotholdoftheWonderfulLamp，Iknewhewouldhavetrimmeditandlightedit，anddeliveredalectureoveritonthequalitiesofsperm-oil，withaglanceatthewhalefisheries。Hewouldsosoonhavefoundout-onmechanicalprinciples-thepegintheneckoftheEnchantedHorse，andwouldhaveturnedittherightwayinsoworkmanlikeamanner，thatthehorsecouldneverhavegotanyheightintotheair，andthestorycouldn’thavebeen。Hewouldhaveproved，bymapandcompass，thattherewasnosuchkingdomasthedelightfulkingdomofCasgar，onthefrontiersofTartary。HewouldhavecausedthathypocriticalyoungprigHarrytomakeanexperiment，-withtheaidofatemporarybuildinginthegardenandadummy，-demonstratingthatyoucouldn’tletachokedhunchbackdownanEasternchimneywithacord，andleavehimuprightonthehearthtoterrifythesultan’spurveyor。
Thegoldensoundsoftheoverturetothefirstmetropolitanpantomime，Iremember，werealloyedbyMr。Barlow。Clickclick，tingting，bangbang，weedleweedleweedle，bang！Irecallthechillingairthatranacrossmyframeandcooledmyhotdelight，asthethoughtoccurredtome，’ThiswouldneverdoforMr。Barlow！’
Afterthecurtaindrewup，dreadfuldoubtsofMr。Barlow’sconsideringthecostumesoftheNymphsoftheNebulaasbeingsufficientlyopaque，obtrudedthemselvesonmyenjoyment。IntheclownIperceivedtwopersons；oneafascinatingunaccountablecreatureofahecticcomplexion，joyousinspiritsthoughfeebleinintellect，withflashesofbrilliancy；theotherapupilforMr。
Barlow。IthoughthowMr。Barlowwouldsecretlyriseearlyinthemorning，andbutterthepavementforHIM，and，whenhehadbroughthimdown，wouldlookseverelyoutofhisstudywindowandaskHIM
howheenjoyedthefun。