{"product_id":"2940015112986","title":"The Hypocrite","description":"• The book has been proof-read and corrected for spelling and grammatical errors\u003cbr\u003e• All our books with improved formatting and links to chapters\u003cbr\u003eAn excerpt:\u003cbr\u003eThere was once a wood-louse, who, being dissatisfied with his position, called himself a Pterygobranchiate. This arrogation of dignity was much resented by his friends. \"You belong to the Bourgeoisie,\" they said to him, \"and we cannot call to mind that you have done anything to warrant an assumption of this aristocratic title.\" \"My good fools,\" said the wood-louse, \"you mistake the term 'Bourgeoisie.' The Bourgeoisie are not a class. A Bourgeois is merely a man who has time to sit down, a chair is not a caste.\" So saying he took another glass of log-juice, and looked his friends steadily in the face. He was an epigrammatic wood-louse.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey returned somewhat abashed, and for a time, though he was not liked, he was asked about a good deal; for as people said, \"To have a Pterygobranchiate in one's rooms lends a party such an air of distinction.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOur friend made some mistakes at first, for he could not resist the dishes of dried wood á la Française and the '74 log-juice that were of frequent occurrence at the tables of the great. The result of this was that Nemesis, in the shape of gastric pains, overtook him, and he had to moderate his appetites.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Indigestion,\" he said, \"is charged by God with the enforcement of morality on the stomach, I will reform my habits.\" Another reason also contributed to this wise decision, for one day, when going to the kitchen for his boots, he heard the cook (an elderly wood-louse of uncertain temper) say to the boy wood-louse who cleaned the knives and helped in the garden: \"Master's that independent and 'e smell so of drink since 'e 's been a Pterygobranchiate, there's no bearin' with 'im.\" He realized how foolish he must look in the eyes of many good people, so he pitched his new visiting cards into a rabbit-hole, and once more returned to middle-class respectability and happiness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis story has seven morals, only one of which is wanted here, and that is: \"Any divergence from habit is generally attended with disastrous results.\" This was the case with Gobion, who, in an unguarded moment, told Mr. Lovering something approaching the truth, and so gave himself away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe three or four days at the close of the Loverings' visit were very enjoyable to him, especially after the hard work of the last week; but unfortunately Mr. Lovering could not quite understand what he was doing in London, and after a time bluntly asked him the reason for this change of plans. Thereupon Gobion admitted that he had had a disagreement with his father, and the parson putting two and two together arrived at a guess that was not far short of the truth.","brand":"Unforgotten Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47146276946160,"sku":"2940015112986","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940015112986_p0.jpg?v=1763618905","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940015112986","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}