Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ I am famished; to distract myself, I peer through the door, whence I can discern the messy vista of the railway-station in the rain; it's lucky I do so; for there I behold my own portmanteau, with its huge purple stripe, being hauled away on the back of a railway-man, followed by an alien Hôtel Porter, not mine, doing nothing: they are always doing nothing. ”
