An unhappy culprit, found guilty of imperfect exercise, approaches at his command. The culprit falters excuses and professes a determination to do better to-morrow. Mr. Creakle cuts a joke before he beats him, and we laugh at it, - miserable little dogs, we laugh, with our visages as white as ashes, and our hearts sinking into our boots.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Charles Dickens anticipates The Apprentice contestants laughing at Suralan's jokes
From chapter 7 of David Copperfield:
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