Here should the laced, straitened and waisted dandy or dandyess, whose beau-ideal of figure rests within the narrow span of slimness, and to whom any other view of the body is out of taste, out of conception, impossible -- here should they learn, while studying the flow and superfluity of a more polished age than their own, to doubt, at least, their sovereign and exclusive right to rack, and wrench, and torture poor human nature.

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I'm turning up the volume when you speak 'Cause if my heart can't stop it I find a way to block it, I go la la, la la la la la

Everything sleepful. Shoemakers and embroiderers who had ceased work were dozing in their little dens, and as I trudged wearily onward, […]