The crier employed by an auctioneer in Portsmouth, among other articles, cried white silk stockings, of all colors.
— Chaplet of Comus, 1811
A gentleman of the bar in Ireland walking one day with a friend, who was extremely precise in pronunciation, the latter hearing a person near him say curosity for curiosity, exclaimed, “How that fellow murders the English language! ”
“Not so bad,” said the other; “he has only knocked an I out.”
— The Theatrical Olio, 1798
Hartford, Feb. 12, 1891
Some day you will move me almost to the verge of irritation by your chuckleheaded Goddamned fashion of shutting your Goddamned gas off without giving any notice to your Goddamned parishioners. Several times you have come within an ace of smothering half of this household in their beds & blowing up the other half by this idiotic, not to say criminal, custom of yours. And it has happened again to-day. Haven’t you a telephone?
— Mark Twain’s letter to Hartford City Gas Light Co. when they shut off their service in the middle of winter without prior warning, cited in Mark Twain’s Notebook, 1915