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Autobiography of William Love, P.C. (1857)

After a short pause, "Mr Love," said my grandmother, "I must taste black pudding, and that's the short and the long of it, and you know, you are bound, as my husband, to satisfy all my reasonable desires." "Surely, surely," said my grandfather, "if you would confine yourself to what is reasonable—but is it reasonable to ask me to rise from a warm bed at this time in the morning to get black pudding, merely to gratify a woman's whim?" "A woman's whim?" said my grandmother, "it's no whim, Mr Love, it is a necessity and therefore——" "Has no law," said my grandfather, interrupting her.
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Autobiography of William Love, P.C. (1857)

But the great, the all absorbing idea of the breeks, was the pockets. I recollect that my first expression, in answer to the congratulations of my friends was,
I'VE GOT POCKETS!!!
Being a philosopher, I cannot refrain from moralising on that expression, I've got pockets. How many have never got rid of it. It has stuck to them through life, it will stick to them till death. Men of one idea—the pocket—they live and move, and have their being apparently for their pocket—their small stingy soul, as the Yankees say, lies in a corner of their pocket.
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Autobiography of William Love, P.C. (1857)

I see some have riches without brains, and some have brains without riches. In my own case I am poor, but my poverty is more than compensated by a form faultless and beautiful as Adonis. All the ladies are in love with me, and no wonder.
I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. The flowery paths of life were not for me to tread on. I had and have still to travel the rough turnpike. My young school boy dream of professional greatness and celebrity, was soon dispelled by the stern actualities of life.
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