I suppose we have all experienced a surfeit at one time or another.

Once, in stress of circumstances, I ate part of a barrel of sardines, there being nothing else at hand, but since then I have always been able to get along without sardines.
THE McWILLIAMSES AND THE BURGLAR ALARM The conversation drifted smoothly and pleasantly along from weather to crops, from crops to literature, from literature to scandal, from scandal to religion; then took a random jump, and landed on the subject of burglar alarms.

And now for the first time Mr.McWilliams showed feeling.

Whenever I perceive this sign on this man's dial, I comprehend it, and lapse into silence, and give him opportunity to unload his heart.

Said he, with but ill-controlled emotion: "I do not go one single cent on burglar alarms, Mr.Twain--not a single cent--and I will tell you why.