Nathaniel Winkle Quotes in The Pickwick Papers
Mr Pickwick observed (says the Secretary) that fame was dear to the heart of every man. Poetic fame was dear to the heart of his friend Snodgrass, the fame of conquest was equally dear to his friend Tupman; and the desire of earning fame, in the sports of the field, the air, and the water, was uppermost in the breast of his friend Winkle. He (Mr Pickwick) would not deny, that he was influenced by human passions, and human feelings, (cheers) – possibly by human weaknesses – (loud cries of “No”); but this he would say, that if ever the fire of self-importance broke out in his bosom the desire to benefit the human race in preference, effectually quenched it. The praise of mankind was his Swing; philanthropy was his insurance office. (Vehement cheering.)
‘She’s a very charming and delightful creature,’ quoth Mr Robert Sawyer, in reply; ‘and has only one fault that I know of, Ben. It happens unfortunately, that that single blemish is a want of taste. She don’t like me.’
‘It’s my opinion that she don’t know what she does like,’ said Mr Ben Allen, contemptuously.
‘Perhaps not,’ remarked Mr Bob Sawyer. ‘But it’s my opinion that she does know what she doesn’t like, and that’s of even more importance.’
‘I wish,’ said Mr Ben Allen, setting his teeth together, and speaking more like a savage warrior who fed upon raw wolf’s flesh which he carved with his fingers, than a peaceable young gentleman who eat minced veal with a knife and fork – ‘I wish I knew whether any rascal really has been tampering with her, and attempting to engage her affections. I think I should assassinate him, Bob.’
‘The fact is, Mr Pickwick, that when I gave my son a roving license for a year or so to see something of men and manners (which he has done under your auspices), so that he might not enter into life a mere boarding-school milksop to be gulled by every body, I never bargained for this. He knows that very well, so if I withdraw my countenance from him on this account, he has no call to be surprised. He shall hear from me, Mr Pickwick. Good night, Sir. Margaret, open the door.’
Nathaniel Winkle Quotes in The Pickwick Papers
Mr Pickwick observed (says the Secretary) that fame was dear to the heart of every man. Poetic fame was dear to the heart of his friend Snodgrass, the fame of conquest was equally dear to his friend Tupman; and the desire of earning fame, in the sports of the field, the air, and the water, was uppermost in the breast of his friend Winkle. He (Mr Pickwick) would not deny, that he was influenced by human passions, and human feelings, (cheers) – possibly by human weaknesses – (loud cries of “No”); but this he would say, that if ever the fire of self-importance broke out in his bosom the desire to benefit the human race in preference, effectually quenched it. The praise of mankind was his Swing; philanthropy was his insurance office. (Vehement cheering.)
‘She’s a very charming and delightful creature,’ quoth Mr Robert Sawyer, in reply; ‘and has only one fault that I know of, Ben. It happens unfortunately, that that single blemish is a want of taste. She don’t like me.’
‘It’s my opinion that she don’t know what she does like,’ said Mr Ben Allen, contemptuously.
‘Perhaps not,’ remarked Mr Bob Sawyer. ‘But it’s my opinion that she does know what she doesn’t like, and that’s of even more importance.’
‘I wish,’ said Mr Ben Allen, setting his teeth together, and speaking more like a savage warrior who fed upon raw wolf’s flesh which he carved with his fingers, than a peaceable young gentleman who eat minced veal with a knife and fork – ‘I wish I knew whether any rascal really has been tampering with her, and attempting to engage her affections. I think I should assassinate him, Bob.’
‘The fact is, Mr Pickwick, that when I gave my son a roving license for a year or so to see something of men and manners (which he has done under your auspices), so that he might not enter into life a mere boarding-school milksop to be gulled by every body, I never bargained for this. He knows that very well, so if I withdraw my countenance from him on this account, he has no call to be surprised. He shall hear from me, Mr Pickwick. Good night, Sir. Margaret, open the door.’