...matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use. For a long while...rubicund portrait of His Majesty George the Third.... From even this stronghold the unlucky Rip was at length routed by his termagant wife, who would suddenly...

...friends give us what appears to be a directly antithetical semiotic imaginary: For a long while [Rip] used to console himself, when driven from home, by...George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade through a long, lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy...

...mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy... " Rip can communicate with that perpetual club of the sages, philosophers, and other idle personages of the village. However, Rip cannot really be happy or content in these settings; wherever he goes, he can not escape...