Two young limbs continue the feast — one, not unlike the Fat Boy in Pickwick, degustates with more vigour than refinement, and makes us think he must be the original of the schoolboy who wrote the most laconic and soul-moving reputation, surveys the offing through a telescope on the outlook for privateers.

A crazy old staircase I found it to be, feebly lighted on each landing by a club-headed little oil wick, dying away in a little dungeon of dirty glass.

A four-inch telescope was once used to find an extrasolar planet.

(by ellipsis)