And going along, I smell hungry smells coming out of deep holes with a plate at the top.

Hungry I mean to a man who has known what absolute starvation is--when a man would thank God for a blue-bottle fly who had taken his own nip any where.

When I see the young fellows at the clubs pick this, and poke that, and push away the other, may I be d----d--my dear, I beg your pardon.

Cabby, to the 'Grilled Bone and Scolloped Cockle,' at the bottom of St.Ventricle Lane, you know." This place seemed, from what the Major said, to have earned repute for something special, something esteemed by the very clever people, and only to be found in true virtue here.

And he told me that luxury and self-indulgence were the greatest sins of the present age, and how he admired a man who came here to protest against Epicureans, by dining (liquors not included) for the sum of three and sixpence.
All this, no doubt, was wise and right; but I could not attend to it properly now, and he might take me where he would, and have all the talking to himself, according to his practice.