He had used the word in its Pickwickian sense.

Quotes

Chapter 1, referring to the word “humbug”.

Other Pickwick Papers Quotes

Ven you’re a married man, Samivel, you’ll understand a good many things as you don’t understand now; but vether it’s worth goin’ through so much, to learn so little, as the charity-boy said ven he got to the end of the alphabet, is a matter of taste. - View Quote Details on Ven you’re a married man, Samivel, you’ll understand a good…
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home! - View Quote Details on Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the…
Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire. - View Quote Details on Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their…
We still leave unblotted in the leaves of our statute book, for the reverence and admiration of successive ages, the just and wholesome law which declares that the sturdy felon shall be fed and clothed, and that the penniless debtor shall be left to die of starvation and nakedness. This is no fiction. - View Quote Details on We still leave unblotted in the leaves of our statute…
Eccentricities of genius, Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick. “You may retire. - View Quote Details on Eccentricities of genius, Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick. “You may retire.
Kent, sir — everybody knows Kent — apples, cherries, hops, and women. - View Quote Details on Kent, sir — everybody knows Kent — apples, cherries, hops,…
Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever talked poetry ‘cept a beadle on Boxin’-Day, or Warren’s blackin’, or Rowland’s oil, or some of them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy. - View Quote Details on Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever talked poetry ‘cept a beadle…
It wasn’t the wine,” murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. “It was the salmon. - View Quote Details on It wasn’t the wine,” murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken…
Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, sir. - View Quote Details on Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, sir.
Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace? - View Quote Details on Did it ever strike you on such a morning as…