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Samuel Johnson

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A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.
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Quoted in the "Apophthegms, Sentiments, Opinions and Occasional Reflections" of Sir John Hawkins (1787-1789) in Johnsonian Miscellanies (1897), vol. II, p. 11, edited by George Birkbeck Hill

 
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