I’ll tell you what, my dear,” he observed, when Mrs…

I’ll tell you what, my dear,” he observed, when Mrs Gamp had at last withdrawn and shut the door, “that’s a ve-ry shrewd woman. That’s a woman whose intellect is immensely superior to her station in life. That’s a woman who observes and reflects in an uncommon manner. She’s the sort of woman now,” said Mould, drawing his silk handkerchief over his head again, and composing himself for a nap “one would almost feel disposed to bury for nothing; and do it neatly, too!

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Chapter 25.

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Dollars! All their cares, hopes, joys, affections, virtues, and associations seemed to be melted down into dollars. Whatever the chance contributions that fell into the slow cauldron of their talk, they made the gruel thick and slab with dollars. Men were weighed by their dollars, measures were gauged by their dollars; life was auctioneered, appraised, put up, and knocked down for its dollars. The next respectable thing to dollars was any venture having their attainment for its end. The more of that worthless ballast, honour and fair-dealing, which any man cast overboard from the ship of his Good Nature and Good Intent, the more ample stowage-room he had for dollars. Make commerce one huge lie and mighty theft. Deface the banner of the nation for an idle rag; pollute it star by star; and cut out stripe by stripe as from the arm of a degraded soldier. Do anything for dollars! What is a flag to them! - View Quote Details on Dollars! All their cares, hopes, joys, affections, virtues, and associations…
He’d make a lovely corpse. - View Quote Details on He’d make a lovely corpse.
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. - View Quote Details on Home is a name, a word, it is a strong…
Our fellow-countryman is a model of a man, quite fresh from Natur’s mold! - View Quote Details on Our fellow-countryman is a model of a man, quite fresh…
If its individual citizens, to a man, are to be believed, it always is depressed, and always is stagnated, and always is at an alarming crisis, and never was otherwise; though as a body, they are ready to make oath upon the Evangelists, at any hour of the day or night, that it is the most thriving and prosperous of all countries on the habitable globe. - View Quote Details on If its individual citizens, to a man, are to be…
What is exaggeration to one class of minds and perceptions, is plain truth to another. That which is commonly called a long–sight, perceives in a prospect innumerable features and bearings non–existent to a short–sighted person. I sometimes ask myself whether there may occasionally be a difference of this kind between some writers and some readers; whether it is ALWAYS the writer who colours highly, or whether it is now and then the reader whose eye for colour is a little dull? - View Quote Details on What is exaggeration to one class of minds and perceptions,…
“Do not repine, my friends,” said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. “Do not weep for me. It is chronic.” And with these words, after making a futile attempt to pull off his shoes, he fell into the fireplace. - View Quote Details on “Do not repine, my friends,” said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. “Do…
I could have bore it with a thankful art. But the words she spoke of Mrs Harris, lambs could not forgive. No, Betsey!” said Mrs Gamp, in a violent burst of feeling, “nor worms forget! - View Quote Details on I could have bore it with a thankful art. But…
Here’s the rule for bargains — ‘Do other men, for they would do you.’ That’s the true business precept. - View Quote Details on Here’s the rule for bargains — ‘Do other men, for…
I believe no satirist could breathe this air. If another Juvenal or Swift could rise up among us tomorrow, he would be hunted down. If you have any knowledge of our literature, and can give me the name of any man, American born and bred, who has anatomised our follies as a people, and not as this or that party; and who has escaped the foulest and most brutal slander, the most inveterate hatred and intolerant pursuit; it will be a strange name in my ears, believe me. - View Quote Details on I believe no satirist could breathe this air. If another…