All the lads huzza’d at this, and some or the servants wanted to stop me; but taking out a large clasp-knife that my cousin Nora had given me, I swore I would plunge it into the waistcoat of the first man who dared to balk me, and faith they let me pass on. I slept that ...
which is now Will's, will fade with time, and that he himself will fortify his memory against the ravages of age. The phrase "confounding age's cruel knife" is a powerful metaphor, as it suggests that aging