Micawber’s hands, might found an establishment of that description. But if they do not choose to place their money in Mr. Micawber’s hands⁠—which they don’t⁠—what is the use of that? Again I contend that we are no farther advanced than we were before.”

I shook my head, and said, “Not a bit.” Traddles also shook his head, and said, “Not a bit.”

“What do I deduce from this?” Mrs. Micawber went on to say, still with the same air of putting a case lucidly. “What is the conclusion, my dear Mr. Copperfield, to which I am irresistibly brought? Am I wrong in saying, it is clear that we must live?”

I answered “Not at all!” and Traddles answered “Not at all!” and I found myself afterwards sagely adding, alone, that a person must either live or die.