'I am the most miserable man in the world, I believe!' Tom begged he wouldn't mention it; and finding him in this condition, retired, after an awkward pause, followed by Martin.

But Mr Tigg so urgently conjured them, by coughs and signs, to remain in the shadow of the door, that they stopped there.
'I swear,' cried Mr Slyme, giving the table an imbecile blow with his fist, and then feebly leaning his head upon his hand, while some drunken drops oozed from his eyes, 'that I am the wretchedest creature on record.

Society is in a conspiracy against me.

I'm the most literary man alive.

I'm full of scholarship.