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Page 78 - I asked him what he was going to do? He said he only wanted to get a good chance to look at it, and he would n't hurt me.
Page 26 - Bardell so earnestly entreated not to agitate herself about this warming-pan, unless (as is no doubt the case) it is a mere cover for hidden fire — a mere substitute for some endearing word or promise, agreeably to a preconcerted system of correspondence, artfully contrived by Pickwick with a view to his contemplated desertion and which I am not in a condition to explain ? And what does this allusion to the slow coach...
Page iii - These parodies do good to the book parodied; great good, sometimes; they are kindly meant, and the parodist has usually keenly enjoyed the book of which he sits down to make a fool.
Page v - War at the present day for the purposes of fiction. It is altogether too easy. It buys the emotional situation readymade. It asks the reader's memory to supplement the writer's imagination. And this is not my sole objection to its use.
Page 19 - I went back to school feeling a little more like a man and a little less like a boy.
Page 64 - I don't know how much longer I shall be able to stand it,