[…] he had never any stated hours for his dinner, supper, or sleep; because, said he, we ought to attend the calls of nature, and not set our appetites to our meals […]

It was also very scenic, and we all love to enjoy our scenery from a train window. If it had been a line passing nowhere of note, I doubt there would have been so much of a 'hoo-hah' over its demise.

A ghost was haunting the house.

One would think that the average salegoer would prefer going home to his dinner, but not so with the stamp enthusiast — he or she would miss many meals, and sacrifice all sorts of valuable appointments, for a stamp auction.