The farmers near the fishing towns in the same district [Cornwall] likewise buy the refuse of bruised and small pilchards, which are rejected as unfit for curing or the market, and are called caff, four cart-loads of twelve bushels each being considered as the quantity proper for an acre. […] The butt-load formerly cost about 9s. or 10s. but they now fetch 15s. or 20s. the load.

Maybe it was the fact that women allowed their exes an all-access pussy pass, or men were too egotistical to believe their exes didn't want the dick anymore.

But a man gifted with original thoughts and the power of expressing them, appears to be regarded by everyone in authority as much worse than the worst criminal, and all the 'jacks-in-office' unite to kick him to death if they can.

At any rate, if it is, Mr. Tupman’s celebrated practice of referring suppliants to his friends for clothes and money was supermagnificent.