Charles Dickens

Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.

Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.

Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine.

Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine.

The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an
uncomfortable sensation now and then read more

The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an
uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in
the east.

This is a world of action, and not for moping and droning in.

This is a world of action, and not for moping and droning in.

He had used the work in its Pickwickian sense . . . he had merely
considered him a humbug read more

He had used the work in its Pickwickian sense . . . he had merely
considered him a humbug in a Pickwickian point of view.