----The duce take her and her influence too----for at that word I lose all patience----much good may it do him! ----By all that is hirsute and gashly! I cry, taking off my furr'd cap, and twisting it round my finger ----I would not give sixpence for a dozen such!
----But 'tis an excellent cap too (putting it upon my head, and pressing it close to my ears)--and warm--and soft; especially if you stroke it the right way--but alas! that will never be my luck----(so here my philosophy is shipwreck'd again).
----No; I shall never have a finger in the pye (so here I break my metaphor)----
Crust and Crumb
Inside and out
Top and bottom ----I detest it, I hate it, I repudiate it ----I'm sick at the sight of it----
'Tis all pepper, garlick, staragen, salt, and devil's dung----by the great arch-cook of cooks, who does nothing, I think, from morning to night, but sit down by the fire-side and invent inflammatory dishes for us, I would not touch it for the world----

'The deuce take her and her influence too - much good may it do him! - By all that is hairy and gashly!' I cry, taking off my furred cap, and twisting it round my finger. 'I would not give sixpence for a dozen such!
'But 'tis an excellent cap (putting it upon my head,) - and warm, and soft; especially if you stroke it the right way - but alas! that will never be my luck.
'No; I shall never have a finger in the pie' (so here I break my metaphor)-
'Crust and Crumb
'Inside and out
'Top and bottom - I detest it, I hate it, I'm sick at the sight of it-
''Tis all pepper,
garlic,
salt, and
devil's dung - I would not touch it for the world-'
