“I will not conceal from you, my dear Mr. Copperfield,” said Mrs. Micawber, “that I have long felt the brewing business to be particularly adapted to Mr. Micawber. Look at Barclay and Perkins! Look at Truman, Hanbury, and Buxton! It is on that extensive footing that Mr. Micawber, I know from my own knowledge of him, is calculated to shine; and the profits, I am told, are e- nor -mous! But if Mr. Micawber cannot get into those firms⁠—which decline to answer his letters, when he offers his services even in an inferior capacity⁠—what is the use of dwelling upon that idea? None. I may have a conviction that Mr. Micawber’s manners⁠—”