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Greg Myers
I teach in the Department of Linguistics and English Language at Lancaster University, UK.
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"In the shade of Cook's Court, at most times a shady place, Mr. Snagsby has dealt in all sorts of blank forms of legal process; in skins and rolls of parchment; in paper--foolscap, brief, draft, brown, white, whitey-brown, and blotting; in stamps; in office-quills, pens, ink, India-rubber, pounce, pins, pencils,... Continue reading
Posted Sep 30, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"The fellow erects a gate in the night. I chop it down and burn it in the morning. He sends his myrmidons to come over the fence and pass and repass. I catch them in humane man traps, fire split peas at their legs, play upon them with the [fire]... Continue reading
Posted Sep 29, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"I scarcely knew him again, he was so uncommonly smart. He had an entirely new suit of glossy clothes on, a shining hat, lilac-kid gloves, a neckerchief of a variety of colours, a large hot-house flower in his button-hole, and a thick gold ring on his little finger. Besides which,... Continue reading
Posted Sep 29, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"Presently I took the light burden from her lap, did what I could to make the baby's rest the prettier and gentler, laid it on a shelf, and covered it with my own handkerchief." (Chapter VIII) Continue reading
Posted Sep 29, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"They wanted wearing apparel, they wanted linen rags, they wanted money, they wanted coals, they wanted soup, they wanted interest, they wanted autographs, they wanted flannel, they wanted whatever Mr. Jarndyce had--or had not." (Chapter VIII) Continue reading
Posted Sep 8, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
". . . but he took, when he was a schoolboy, to constructing steam-engines out of saucepans and setting birds to draw their own water with the least possible amount of labour, so assisting them with artful contrivance of hydraulic pressure that a thirsty canary had only, in a literal... Continue reading
Posted Sep 7, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"It is a street of perishing blind houses, with their eyes stoned out, without a pane of glass, without so much as a window-frame, with the bare blank shutters tumbling from their hinges and falling asunder, the iron rails peeling away in flakes of rust, the chimneys sinking in, the... Continue reading
Posted Sep 6, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"His wants were few. Give him the papers, conversation, music, mutton, coffee, landscape, fruit in the season, a few sheets of Bristol-board, and a little claret, and he asked no more." (Chapter VI) Continue reading
Posted Sep 5, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"But if instead of going out at Ada's door you came back into my room, and went out at the door by which you had entered it, and turned up a few crooked steps that branched off in an unexpected manner from the stairs, you lost yourself in passages, with... Continue reading
Posted Sep 4, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"In all parts of the window were quantities of dirty bottles--blacking bottles, medicine bottles, ginger-beer and soda-water bottles, pickle bottles, wine bottles, ink bottles; I am reminded by mentioning the latter that the shop had in several little particulars the air of being in a legal neighbourhood and of being,... Continue reading
Posted Sep 3, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"When we went downstairs we found a mug with "A Present from Tunbridge Wells" on it lighted up in the staircase window with a floating wick". (Chapter IV) Continue reading
Posted Sep 2, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"It was impossible to shut the door of either room, for my lock, with no knob to it, looked as if it wanted to be wound up; and though the handle of Ada's went round and round with the greatest smoothness, it was attended with no effect whatever on the... Continue reading
Posted Sep 1, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
" . . . and as she turned to resume her seat, we could not help noticing that her dress didn't nearly meet up the back and that the open space was railed across with a lattice-work of stay-lace--like a summer-house." (Chapter IV) Continue reading
Posted Aug 31, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"I made my way to the poor child, who was one of the dirtiest little unfortunates I ever saw, and found him very hot and frightened and crying loudly, fixed by the neck between two iron railings, while a milkman and a beadle, with the kindest intentions possible, were endeavouring... Continue reading
Posted Aug 30, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"Then I went on, thinking, thinking, thinking; and the fire went on, burning, burning, burning; and the candles went on flickering and guttering, and there were no snuffers--until the young gentleman by and by brought a very dirty pair--for two hours." (Book III) Continue reading
Posted Aug 29, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"I was so bewildered that Miss Donny thought the cold had been too severe for me and lent me her smelling-bottle." Continue reading
Posted Aug 28, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
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Aug 28, 2016
" . . . there was to be a sale; and an old hearth-rug with roses on it, which always seemed to me the first thing in the world I had ever seen, was hanging outside in the frost and snow." (Chapter III) Continue reading
Posted Aug 27, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"A portly, important-looking gentleman, dressed all in black, with a white cravat, large gold watch seals, a pair of gold eye-glasses, and a large seal-ring upon his little finger." (Chapter III) Continue reading
Posted Aug 25, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"The vases on the stone terrace in the foreground catch the rain all day; and the heavy drops fall, drip, drip, drip, upon the broad flagged pavement, called from old time the Ghost's Walk, all night." (Chapter II) Continue reading
Posted Aug 24, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
"She carries some small litter in a reticule which she calls her documents, principally consisting of paper matches and dry lavender." (Chapter I) Continue reading
Posted Aug 23, 2016 at Mrs. Jellyby's Closet
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