It wasn’t the wine,” murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken…

It wasn’t the wine,” murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. “It was the salmon.

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Whenever the Buffs and Blues met together at public meeting… disputes and high words arose between them… Everything in Eatanswill was made a party question. If the Buffs proposed to new skylight the market-place, the Blues got up public meetings, and denounced the proceeding; if the Blues proposed the erection of an additional pump in the High Street, the Buffs rose as one man and stood aghast at the enormity. - View Quote Details on Whenever the Buffs and Blues met together at public meeting…
Wotever is, is right, as the young nobleman sveetly remarked wen they put him down in the pension list ‘cos his mother’s uncle’s vife’s grandfather vunce lit the king’s pipe vith a portable tinder-box. - View Quote Details on Wotever is, is right, as the young nobleman sveetly remarked…
Kent, sir — everybody knows Kent — apples, cherries, hops, and women. - View Quote Details on Kent, sir — everybody knows Kent — apples, cherries, hops,…
I am ruminating,” said Mr. Pickwick, “on the strange mutability of human affairs.” “Ah! I see — in at the palace door one day, out at the window the next. Philosopher, Sir?” “An observer of human nature, Sir,” said Mr. Pickwick. “Ah, so am I. Most people are when they’ve little to do and less to get. - View Quote Details on I am ruminating,” said Mr. Pickwick, “on the strange mutability…
Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, sir. - View Quote Details on Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, sir.
When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people. - View Quote Details on When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing…
Never mind the character, stick to the alleybi. - View Quote Details on Never mind the character, stick to the alleybi.
Eccentricities of genius, Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick. “You may retire. - View Quote Details on Eccentricities of genius, Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick. “You may retire.
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…
She knows wot’s wot, she does. - View Quote Details on She knows wot’s wot, she does.