In front of the doors, a long table, on which chops of mutton, or steaks of beef, just killed, shot out of a frying - pan in company with potent onions and floods of boiling grease , followed each other , morning, noon, and night, on which wayfarers were expected to tertiate each day the tough teeth-task, accomplished through the soft insipidity of squashed pumpkins and sweet potatoes.

In the middle of theſe Cogitations, Apprehenſions, and Reflections, it came into my Thought one day, that all this might be a mere Chimera of my own; and that this Foot might be the Print of my own Foot, when I came on Shore from my Boat: This chear'd me up a little too, and I began to perſuade myſelf it was all a Deluſion; that it was nothing elſe but my own Foot; and why might I not come that way from the Boat, as well as I was going that way to the Boat: […]

There were whelks, cockles, scallops, tulips, cantharuses, conchs, ceriths, venuses;

[T]hat is the final reason we have all more or less moved on from Ginni and the is-it-a-coup-or-an-insurrection hair-splittery[.]