Book: Posthumous notes of the Pickwick club

Society, you see... society is... it's not that loneliness isn't it? - This cannot be denied - with a friendly smile said Mr. Weller. - This is what I call truth, requiring no proof, as noted by the seller of dog food, when the servant told him that he was not a gentleman. What? - asked the red-haired, arrogant looking over Mr. Weller from head to foot, is Your friend, sir? - Not really, - a low voice, replied Mr. Pickwick. - The fact that this is my servant, but I he is allowed many liberties; for, between you and me, I like to think that he was the original, and I'm proud of him. - Oh... - said the redhead. - It's a matter of taste. I'm not a fan of the original. I don't like it, don't see any need in it.

- Frost, Sam, ' said Mr. Pickwick. Glorious weather for those who are warmly bundled up, as he said himself, polar bear slipping on ice, - said Mr. Walle.

- I walked in, gentlemen, just to say Hello, and casually climbed the stairs to the back room. Gentlemen, in the front room there were voices, and... And I think you have to listen, Mrs. Cluppins? - asked the Royal counsel Bastas - Excuse me, sir! - with majestic view replied Mrs. Cluppins. - I would not have allowed himself such a thing. The voice was very loud, sir, and they penetrated my ears.

Mr. Snodgrass, indulging sometimes dreamy and melancholy, has a reputation to this day a great poet among his friends and acquaintances, although we do not know that he even have any creations provided a basis for such confidence. Reputation of many famous people, writers, philosophers and so forth, rests on the same exact Foundation.

- What kind of things? - asked Sam. - Yes, those things that the city constantly going up and down. - Omnibuses? - suggested Sam. - Well, breccia! - replied Mr. Weller. They are always swinging and somehow get confused with public debt and Bank checks and whatnot. - Bonds! they could see Sam.

Fielding says that the man is fire and woman is a bundle of hemp, and the Prince of darkness connects them. Mr. Jingle knew that unmarried women young people are the same as for gun powder, lit the gas, and decided without loss of time, to produce an explosion.

You, of course, don't let Mr. Winkle that this despicable newspaper libel shorten your stay with us? - said Mrs. Pott, smiling through tears. - I hope not, ' said Mr. Pott, obsessed at these words the desire for his guest choked on greencom, which he brought at this moment to his mouth, and thus have substantially reduced their stay from them.

'Well, young man, what do you say about your host? - He and two buddies stayed here overnight on the way to London - said Sam. And Mr. Winkle with him? - frowning, said Pott. - No, sir. Mr. Winkle stayed at home, ' replied Sam. - He married. - Married! - eagerly exclaimed Pott. He paused, smiled grimly, and added a dull sinister voice: - Serves him right!

An old joke - not bad, although plausible, a young Irish gentleman on the question of whether he knows how to play the violin, replied that nothing in this no doubt, but to say do not dare, because never tried. ... Gentlemen, it only proves the validity of the old rule: one never knows what he's capable of, until then, until you check on the case.

Oh, man... a man... behind the door! - cried miss Smithers. Barely a lady abbess heard this awesome voice, she retreated to her bedroom, locked the door, turning the key twice, and comfortably fainted.

- Shh... don't ask questions. In such cases it is necessary to do what the crowd does. But, apparently, there are two crowds - said Mr. Snodgrass. - Shout with that which is more, ' replied Mr. Pickwick.

- She is a charming, charming creature, ' said Mr. Robert Sawyer. - As far as I know, she has only one drawback. Unfortunately, the only drawback is the lack of taste. She doesn't like me, Ben. I think she knows what she likes, contemptuously said Mr. Ben Allen. "Perhaps," agreed Mr. Bob Sawyer. But, in my opinion, she knows that she doesn't like, and that is more important.

Few things more unpleasant than waiting for someone, especially if that someone somewhere is having fun.

Mr. Jinks went in himself, for it was the only place he could go.