From
Boswell's London Journal, 1762: |
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| Ironically
enough, I was born on Highgate hill (in the Whittington Hospital that's
next to the cemetery where Karl Marx is buried). Fortunity for all (and for Marx's maudlin troop of mourners) I can't sing. But huzzas! are my (though not the commiserating socialists') bread and butter (when they occur), but their rarity deserves another huzza! in itself.... |
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Huzza! |
And
to quote Samuel Johnson's advice to Boswell: Sir, there is nothing too little for so little a creature as man. It is by studying little things that we attain the great knowledge of having as little misery and as much happiness as possible. |
