Cat is hunger. Cat is cruel. Food — Cat is hunter, a machine who smells ratness, who needs fuel.

And this Fire of your Eyes easily strikes those of your Auditors, who have theirs constantly fixt upon yours; and it must needs set them a-blaze too upon the same Resentment and Passion.

“Very probably,” answered Partridge; “but if the top of the hill be properest to produce melancholy thoughts, I suppose the bottom is the likeliest to produce merry ones, and these I take to be much the better of the two. […]

‘Nolly, Nolly,’ observed the Doctor, ‘I wish your maid would stop your foolish mouth with a blue-bag.’