Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 4 Page 12

drumsticks of the fowls, and with those obscure corners of pork of which the pig, when living, had had the least reason to be vain. No; I should not have minded that, if they would only have left me alone.

But they wouldn't leave me alone. They seemed to think the opportunity lost, if they failed to point the conversation at me, every now and then, and stick the point into me. I might have been an unfortunate little bull in a Spanish arena, I got so smartingly touched up by these moral goads.

It began the moment we sat down to dinner. Mr. Wopsle said grace with theatrical declamation, — as it now appears to me, something like a religious cross of the Ghost in Hamlet with Richard the Third, — and ended with the very proper aspiration that we might be truly grateful.