Tongue; well that's a wery good thing when it an't a woman.
I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age.
My fatherโs family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
Lord, keep my memory green.
Are there no prisons?
One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind.