Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens Chapter 14 Page 16

lamed with orange-peel once, and I know orange-peel will be my death, or I’ll be content to eat my own head, sir!’

This was the handsome offer with which Mr. Grimwig backed and confirmed nearly every assertion he made; and it was the more singular in his case, because, even admitting for the sake of argument, the possibility of scientific improvements being brought to that pass which will enable a gentleman to eat his own head in the event of his being so disposed, Mr. Grimwig’s head was such a particularly large one, that the most sanguine man alive could hardly entertain a hope of being able to get through it at a sitting — to put entirely out of the question, a very thick coating of powder.

‘I’ll eat my head, sir,’ repeated Mr. Grimwig, striking his stick upon the ground.