A prison taint was on everything there. The imprisoned air, the imprisoned light, the imprisoned damps, the imprisoned men, were all deteriorated by confinement. As the captive men were faded and haggard, so the iron was rusty, the stone was slimy, the wood was rotten, the air was faint, the light was dim. Like a well, like a vault, like a tomb, the prison had no knowledge of the brightness outside; and would have kept its polluted atmosphere intact, in one of the spice islands of the Indian Ocean.
If the law supposes that, said Mr. Bumble, the law is a assa idiot. If thats the eye of the law, the law is a bachelor; and the worst I wish the law is that his eye may be opened by experienceby experience.
And a beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many other such things are possible, and not only possible, but done under that sky there, every day.
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.
Its very strange, said Mr. Dick that I never can get that quite right; I never can make that perfectly clear.
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days, that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the sailor and the traveler, thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home!
- Edward Lear
- Eden Phillpotts English Author, Poet, Dramatist
- Charlotte Bronte English Novelist, Poet
- Rudyard Kipling British Children’s Books Writer
- Mary Shelley English Novelist
- Edith Wharton American Novelist, Short-story Writer
- Charles Reade
- Ben Jonson English Dramatist
- Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton English Poet
- Jonathan Swift Irish Satirist