The boasted “tour of the world” was talked about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim. Some took sides with Phileas Fogg, but the large majority shook their heads and declared against him; it was absurd, impossible, they declared, that the tour of the world could be made, except theoretically and on paper, in this minimum of time, and with the existing means of travelling. The Times, Standard, Morning Post, and Daily News, and twenty other highly respectable newspapers scouted Mr. Fogg’s project as madness; the Daily Telegraph alone hesitatingly supported him. People in general thought him a lunatic, and blamed his Reform Club friends for having accepted a wager which betrayed the mental aberration of its proposer.
At last a long article appeared, on the 7th of October, in the bulletin of the Royal Geographical Society, which treated the question from every point of view, and demonstrated the utter folly of the enterprise. Everything, it said, was against the travellers, every obstacle imposed alike by man and by nature.
Everybody knows that England is the world of betting men, who are of a higher class than mere gamblers; to bet is in the English temperament. Not only the members of the Reform, but the general public, made heavy wagers for or against Phileas Fogg, who was set down in the betting books as if he were a race-horse. Bonds were issued, and made their appearance on ‘Change; “Phileas Fogg bonds” were offered at par or at a premium, and a great business was done in them. But five days after the article in the bulletin of the Geographical Society appeared, the demand began to subside: “Phileas Fogg” declined. They were offered by packages, at first of five, then of ten, until at last nobody would take less than twenty, fifty, a hundred! This article made a great deal of noise, and, being copied into all the papers, seriously depressed the advocates of the rash tourist. They were offered by packages, at first of five, then of ten, until at last nobody would take less than twenty, fifty, a hundred! This article made a great deal of noise, and, being copied into all the papers, seriously depressed the advocates of the rash tourist.
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- Doner cupim prosciutto, pancetta flank swine jerky shoulder brisket ham porchetta shankle.
- Cow ball tip ribeye boudin rump tri-tip. Boudin ribeye rump, chuck strip steak tail jowl sausage. Bacon kielbasa chuck tongue pork belly biltong.
- Pork t-bone sausage tenderloin ground round cupim kevin boudin corned beef. Salami chuck.
- Ribeye beef ribs cupim brisket filet mignon, flank salami beef turducken tri-tip.
The more I pondered over this harpooneer, the more I abominated the thought of sleeping with him. It was fair to presume that being a harpooneer, his linen or woollen, as the case might be, would not be of the tidiest, certainly none of the finest. I began to twitch all over. Besides, it was getting late, and my decent harpooneer ought to be home and going bedwards. Suppose now, he should tumble in upon me at midnight—how could I tell from what vile hole he had been coming?