[…] you have got J-E-W written right across the middle of that face—look at the shnoz on him, for God’s sakes!

‘Why are you tearing about the streets,’ said Mr. Gradgrind, ‘in this improper manner?’ ‘I was—I was run after, sir,’ the girl panted, ‘and I wanted to get away.’

There he was, staring cheekily into the camera for a perfectly instagrammed photo which had been touched up to show off his muscles, raw sex appeal and wild, unkempt hair.

If massa was sick, house nigger would come 'round and say, “Massa we sick, ain't we?