“Commodious,” gasped Mr. Boffin, staring at the moon, after letting Wegg out at the gate and fastening it: “Commodious fights in that wild-beast-show, seven hundred and thirty-five times, in one character only! As if that wasn’t stunning enough, a hundred lions is turned into the same wild-beast-show all at once! As if that wasn’t stunning enough, Commodious, in another character, kills ’em all off in a hundred goes! As if that wasn’t stunning enough, Vittle-us (and well named too) eats six millions’ worth, English money, in seven months! Wegg takes it easy, but upon-my-soul to a old bird like myself these are scarers. And even now that Commodious is strangled, I don’t see a way to our bettering ourselves.” Mr. Boffin added as he turned his pensive steps towards the Bower and shook his head, “I didn’t think this morning there was half so many scarers in print. But I’m in for it now!”