Funny you should mention Amos's ilk. It's a terribly spoiled pet, that ilk, and it follows him about everywhere, sits panting and drooling and hanging on his every word, and that spurs him on to further bloviation. It's a vicious circle. If the ilk, disgusting little thing that is, had been given proper ilk training when it was young, it would behave much more sensibly, and so would Amos. A poorly trained ilk is nothing but a nuisance.