The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club
Chapman and Hall, 1837 - 609 pāgines
First published in serial form, "The Pickwick Papers" tells the story of Samuel Pickwick, a good natured elderly gentleman and president of the Pickwick Club. With three other members of the club, Pickwick travels around the English countryside, where he becomes caught up in a series of comic adventures, from romantic and legal misunderstandings. Although light in tone, the novel foreshadows the social concerns that would emerge in Dickens' later work.
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Pāgina 364 - Yes, I have a pair of eyes," replied Sam, "and that's just it. If they wos a pair o' patent double million magnifyin' gas microscopes of hextra power, p'raps I might be able to see through a flight o' stairs and a deal door ; but bein' only eyes, you see, my wision's limited.
Pāgina 9 - Heads, heads — take care of your heads !" cried the loquacious stranger, as they came out under the low archway, which in those days formed the entrance to the coachyard. "Terrible place — dangerous work — other day — five children — mother — tall lady, •eating sandwiches — forgot the arch — crash — knock — children look round — mother's head off — sandwich in her hand — no mouth to put it in — head of a family off — shocking, shocking! Looking at Whitehall, sir? —...
Pāgina 353 - The serpent was on the watch, the train was laid, the mine was preparing, the sapper and miner was at work. Before the bill had been in the parlor window three days — three days, gentlemen — a being erect upon two legs, and bearing all the outward semblance of a man, and not of a monster, knocked at the door of Mrs. Bardell's house. He inquired within; he took the lodgings ; and on the very next day he entered into possession of them. This man was Pickwick — Pickwick, the defendant.
Pāgina 342 - That's the difficulty,' said Sam; 'I don't know what to sign it.' ' Sign it — Veller,' said the oldest surviving proprietor of that name. ' Won't do,
Pāgina 357 - Gentlemen, what does this mean? ' Chops and tomato sauce. Yours, Pickwick ! ' Chops ! Gracious heavens ! and tomato sauce ! Gentlemen, is the happiness of a sensitive and confiding female to be trifled away by such shallow artifices as these? The next has no date whatever, which is in itself suspicious : ' Dear Mrs. B., I shall not be at home till to-morrow. Slow coach.' And then follows this very, very remarkable expression, ' Don't trouble yourself about the warming-pan.
Pāgina 279 - 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; and transport the sailor and the traveller thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home!
Pāgina 353 - Mr. Bardell was a man of his word, Mr. Bardell was no deceiver, Mr. Bardell was once a single gentleman himself; to single gentlemen I look for protection, for assistance, for comfort, and for consolation ; in single gentlemen I shall perpetually see something to remind me of what Mr.
Pāgina 354 - I shall prove to you, by a witness whose testimony it will be impossible for my learned friend to weaken or controvert, that on one occasion he patted the boy on the head, and, after inquiring whether he had won any alley...
Pāgina 342 - Never sign a walentine with your own name." "Sign it 'Pickvick,' then," said Mr. Weller; "it's a wery good name, and a easy one to spelL" " The wery thing," said Sam. " I could end with a werse ; what do you think ? " " I don't like it, Sam,
Pāgina 308 - Bob Sawyer. Mr. Pickwick was excited and indignant. He beckoned to Mr. Weller, and said in a stern voice, ' Take his skates off.' ' No ; but really I had scarcely begun,' remonstrated Mr. Winkle. ' Take his skates off,' repeated Mr. Pickwick firmly. The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to obey it, in silence. ' Lift him up,