Wastin’ away again in Hemiolaville
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
“I suppose this unfortunate fowl was born and brought up in a cellar,” said my aunt, “and never took the air except on a Hackney coach-stand. I hope the steak may be beef, but I don’t believe it. Nothing’s genuine in the place, in my opinion, but the dirt.”
“Don’t you think the fowl may have come out of the country, aunt?” I hinted. “Certainly not,” returned my aunt. "It would be no pleasure to a London tradesman to sell anything which was what he pretended it was.”
— Dickens, David Copperfield
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