nerve-acrobat

Updated: August 10, 2026

He had abundant custom, and seemed never to tire; but my turn came at last, introduced by a string of panegyric which spoke of me as the Nerve-Acrobat, the Lodestone of Ivory, the Electrical Indian Boy, at whose touch teeth flew from their sockets and tartar dissolved in smoke. Pale, but with resolution, I grasped the weapon which he handed me.

Maurice Henry Hewlett - The Fool Errant : Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of Lucca