Бессмертная цитата. Баян уровня платиновой классики.
Sam dipped his pen into the ink to be ready for any corrections, and began with a very theatrical air—
‘Stop,’ said Mr. Weller, ringing the bell. ‘A double glass o' the inwariable, my dear.’
‘Very well, Sir,’ replied the girl; who with great quickness appeared, vanished, returned, and disappeared.
‘They seem to know your ways here,’ observed Sam.
‘Yes,’ replied his father, ‘I've been here before, in my time. Go on, Sammy.’
‘“Lovely creetur,”’ repeated Sam.
‘'Tain't in poetry, is it?’ interposed his father.
‘No, no,’ replied Sam.
‘Wery glad to hear it,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin'-day, or Warren's blackin', or Rowland's oil, or some of them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy. Begin agin, Sammy.’