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Subtitle or, the Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club
First Written 1837
Genre Fiction
Origin UK
Publisher Rand, McNally and Company
ISBN-10 -
ISBN-13 -
My Copy old red hardbound
First Read January 25, 2010

The Pickwick Papers

Yes, I don't know what it is, but Pickwick just suits Christmas. I re-read it again this December, and it's still heartwarming and funny.

Noted on January 8, 2017

Pickwick is shaping up to be my Christmas book - something about it just goes so well with a chill in the air, warm holiday food. . . even a San Diego version of Christmas.

Noted on January 25, 2010

There must be something very comprehensive in this phrase of 'Never mind,' for we do not recollect to have ever witnessed a quarrel in the street, at a theatre, public room, or elsewhere, in which it has not been the standard reply to all belligerent inquiries. 'Do you call yourself a gentleman, sir?'—'Never mind, sir.' 'Did I offer to say anything to the young woman, sir?'—'Never mind, sir.' 'Do you want your head knocked up against that wall, sir?'—'Never mind, sir.' It is observable, too, that there would appear to be some hidden taunt in this universal 'Never mind,' which rouses more indignation in the bosom of the individual addressed, than the most lavish abuse could possibly awaken.

Quoted on January 8, 2017

The gout is a complaint as arises from too much ease and comfort. If ever you're attacked with the gout, sir, jist you marry a widder as has got a good loud woice, with a decent notion of usin' it, and you'll never have the gout agin.... I can warrant it to drive away any illness as is caused by too much jollity.

Quoted on January 8, 2017

There are very few moments in a man's existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.

Quoted on January 8, 2017

Man is but mortal: and there is a point beyond which human courage cannot extend. Mr. Pickwick gazed through his spectacles for an instant on the advancing mass, and then fairly turned his back and--we will not say fled; firstly, because it is an ignoble term, and, secondly, because Mr. Pickwick's figure was by no means adapted for that mode of retreat--he trotted away, at as quick a rate as his legs would convey him.

Quoted on January 25, 2010

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