Vulgar words in Nothing to Eat (Page 1)
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Now Merdle, _en passant_, I had known for a score Of years, when a dinner with Jones, Brown or Smith As good as one gets for a quarter or more, Was a thing unthought of, or else but a myth In Merde's day-dreaming of things yet in store, When hope painted visions of a painted abode, And hope never hoped for anything more-- I'm sure never dreamed he would dine _a la mode_.