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"Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, Sir."
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The Pickwick Papers"Miss Bolo rose from the table considerably agitated, and went straight home, in a flood of tears and a sedan-chair."
The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club was the first novel by English author Charles Dickens, first published in serial form from March 1836 to November 1837. Because of his success with Sketches by Boz published in 1836, Dickens was asked by the publisher Chapman & Hall to supply descriptions to explain a series of comic "cockney sporting plates" by illustrator Robert Seymour, and to connect
"Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, Sir."
"Its over, and cant be helped, and thats one consolation, as they always says in Turkey, ven they cuts the wrong mans head off."
"Take example by your father, my boy, and be very careful o’ widders all your life, specially if they’ve kept a public house, Sammy."
"He had used the word in its Pickwickian sense."
"Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog!"
"Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire."
"History is a strange experience. The world is quite small now; but history is large and deep. Sometimes you can go much farther by sitting in your own home and reading a book of history, than by getting onto a ship or an airplane and traveling a thousand miles. When you go to Mexico City through space, you find it a sort of cross between modern Madrid and modern Chicago, with additions of its own; but if you go to Mexico City through history, back only 500 years, you will find it as distant as though it were on another planet: inhabited by cultivated barbarians, sensitive and cruel, highly organized and still in the Copper Age, a collection of startling, of unbelievable contrasts."
"Most men think they make their home for their families, but the fact is that they make both homes and families for themselves."
"I like seeing experienced girls home." "But Im not experienced!" "Youre not home yet!"
"Although my heart may be weak, its not alone. Its grown with each new experience. And its found a home with all the friends Ive made. Ive become a part of their heart, just as theyve become a part of mine. And if they think of me now and then, if they dont forget me, then our hearts will be one. I dont need a weapon. My friends are my power!"
"The Professors Assistant: Im bossy? Youre so bossy you oughta be milked before you come home at night."
"The war was finished. It had lasted ten equivalent years and taken ten million lives. Thus it was neither of long duration nor of serious attrition. It hadnt any great significance; it was not intended to have. It did not prove a point, since all points had long ago been proven. What it did, perhaps, was to emphasize an aspect, sharpen a concept, underline a trend. On the whole it was a successful operation. Economically and ecologically it was of healthy effect, and who should grumble? And after wars, men go home. No, no, men start for home. Its not the same."