An' faith gin we binna at Stanehive afore the Dutchman wi' 's boddom foremost, it'll be the faut o' the horse and no o' the men.'
The faut bein' a' mine, mother, she wouldna tell what would disgrace me!
Paper is much too small for any really allegorical design; as Cyrano de Bergerac says, "Il me faut des gants."
Il faut expliquer comment l'me s'aperoit de ce qui est hors d'elle.
