David Copperfield

That little fellow seems to be no part of me; I remember him as something left behind upon the road of life—as something I have passed, rather than have actually been—and almost think of him as of someone else.

All is over. The devotion of a life — it seems a life, it is all the same—is at an end;

‘Well, Twenty Seven,’ said Mr. Creakle, mournfully admiring him. ‘How do you find yourself today?’ ‘I am very umble, sir!’ replied Uriah Heep. ‘You are always so, Twenty Seven,’ said Mr. Creakle.

Some such picture, with no real world in it, bright with the light of our innocence, and vague as the stars afar off, was in my mind all the way.

When I call you a ridiculous creature, or a vexatious thing, or anything of that sort, Peggotty, I only mean that you are my true friend, and always have been,

This may be premature. I have set it down too soon, perhaps. But let it stand.

jocose

There is a strange unwholesome smell upon the room, like mildewed corduroys, sweet apples wanting air, and rotten books.

“As you have done it unto one of the least of these, you have done it unto me”,-