“I’ll put my hand in no man’s hand,” said Mr. Micawber, gasping, puffing, and sobbing, to that degree that he was like a man fighting with cold water, “until I have⁠—blown to fragments⁠—the⁠—a⁠—detestable⁠—serpent⁠— Heep ! I’ll partake of no one’s hospitality, until I have⁠—a⁠—moved Mount Vesuvius⁠—to eruption⁠—on⁠—a⁠—the abandoned rascal⁠— Heep ! Refreshment⁠—a⁠—underneath this roof⁠—particularly punch⁠—would⁠—a⁠—choke me⁠—unless⁠—I had⁠—previously⁠—choked the eyes⁠—out of the head⁠—a⁠—of⁠—interminable cheat, and liar⁠— Heep ! I⁠—a⁠—I’ll know nobody⁠—and⁠—a⁠—say nothing⁠—and⁠—a⁠—live nowhere⁠—until I have crushed⁠—to⁠—a⁠—undiscoverable atoms⁠—the⁠—transcendent and immortal hypocrite and perjurer⁠— Heep !”