Heaped on the floor were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, bartrels of oysters, re-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam.
Charles Dickensa most excellent man, though I could have wished his trousers not quite so tight in some places and not quite so loose in others.
Charles Dickens... what such people miscall their religion, is a vent for their bad humours and arrogance.
Charles Dickens