His Life Was Made An Agony By The Number Of Fine Scalpels That He Felt To Be Incessantly Engaged In Dissecting
His life was made an agony by the number of fine scalpels that he felt to be incessantly engaged in dissecting his dignity.
Little Dorrit, Charles Dickens
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When a person comes to grind off poetry night after night, it is but right he should expect to be paid for its weakening effect on his mind.
Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens
A bill is the most extraordinary locomotive engine that the genius of man ever produced. It would keep on running during the longest lifetime, without ever once stopping of its own accord.
The Pickwick Papers, Charles Dickens
'I am in a ridiculous humour,' quoth Eugene; 'I am a ridiculous fellow. Everything is ridiculous. Come along!'
Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens
We interrupt Charles Dickens Week for some contemporary cuteness:
(via ONTD)
Aw, the miracle of happiness and joy that is Season of the Witch just keeps on giving!
