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.
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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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