Great Snacks in Literature

Christmas Pudding, A Christmas Carol

Hallo. A great deal of steam. The pudding was out of the
copper. A smell like a washing-day. That was the cloth.
A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook’s next door
to each other, with a laundress’s next door to that. That
was the pudding. In half a minute Mrs Cratchit entered —
flushed, but smiling proudly — with the pudding, like a
speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half
of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with
Christmas holly stuck into the top.”

– A Christmas Carol, Stave 3: The Second of the Three Spirits

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We know our letters just fine, and we know our numbers to a certain point, but books were always the realm of four-eyed poindexters with bowler hats and cravats. That’s why it pleases us so that America’s proud illiterates are finally stepping up and pushing back against the crushing tide of education that threatens to swallow us all into its gaping maw of checked facts. Champions of the Ignorantiat will not like it here.
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