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Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!
Topic: Nervousness
Source: None
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Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
Topic: Neurosis
Source: None
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Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
Topic: Oysters
Source: A Christmas Carol (stave 1)
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It's a wery remarkable circumstance, sir," said Sam, "that
poverty and oysters always seem to go together."
Topic: Oysters
Source: The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club (ch. XXII)
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Why then we should drop into poetry.
Topic: Poetry
Source: Our Mutual Friend (bk. I, ch. V)
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"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison
in a prison."
Topic: Prison
Source: The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club (ch. XL)
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Barkis is willin'!
Topic: Proverbs
Source: The Personal History of David Copperfield (ch. I)
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The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.
Topic: Reflection
Source: The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club (ch. XVI)
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He had used the work in its Pickwickian sense . . . he had merely
considered him a humbug in a Pickwickian point of view.
Topic: Sense
Source: The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club (ch. I)
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In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
Topic: Smiles
Source: A Christmas Carol (stave 2)
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Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
Topic: Sympathy
Source: Bleak House (ch. XX)
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Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth, overlaying our hard hearts.
Topic: Tears
Source: None
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Barkis is willin'!
Topic: Will
Source: The Personal History of David Copperfield (ch. I)
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"When a man says he's willin'," said Mr. Barkis, "it's as much as
to say, that man's a-waitin' for a answer."
Topic: Will
Source: The Personal History of David Copperfield (ch. VIII)
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There is nothing good or evil save in the will.
Topic: Will
Source: The Personal History of David Copperfield (ch. VIII)
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The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an
uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in
the east.
Topic: Wind
Source: Bleak House (ch. VI)
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"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice,
"it was the salmon."
Topic: Wine and Spirits
Source: The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club (ch. VIII)
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It's my girl that advises. She has the head. But I never own to
it before her. Discipline must be maintained.
Topic: Wives
Source: Bleak House (ch. XXVII)
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"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam
triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no
man never see, and that's a dead donkey."
Topic: Wonders
Source: The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club (ch. LI)
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