The Wheel is feeling frisky tonight, depositing us at The Plays of Thomas Love Peacock (1910), edited by A.B. Young. This short excerpt is from Scene I of The Three Doctors (1810-1815?). O'Fir is upset after being called an "impudent rascal," and removes a pair of pistols from his travelling trunk, saying it is "the shortest way of settling differences among friends."

O'Fir.

This trigger if I pull it,

Will emancipate a bullet

That shall set our quarrels right.

Narcotic.

When I see a loaded pistol,

My diastole and systole

Forget their functions quite. 

A mighty spin, and we arrive at Nightmare Abbey (1818), Chapter 11. 

MR. HILARY.

I will say, too, that the highest wisdom and the highest genius have been invariably accompanied with cheerfulness. We have sufficient proofs on record, that Shakespeare and Socrates were the most festive of companions. But now the little wisdom and genius we have, seem to be entering into a conspiracy against cheerfulness.

MR. TOOBAD.

How can we be cheerful with the devil among us?

THE HONORABLE MR. LISTLESS. 

How can we be cheerful when our nerves are shattered?

MR. FLOSKY. 

How can we be cheerful, when we are surrounded by a reading public, that is growing too wise for its betters?

SCYTHROP. 

How can we be cheerful when our great general designs are crossed every moment by our little particular passions?

MR. CYPRESS. 

How can we be cheerful in the midst of disappointment and despair?

MR. GLOWRY.

Let us all be unhappy together.

 A first-time visit to Crotchet Castle (1831), Chapter 2.

MR. CROTCHET, JUN.

...I am fitting up a flotilla of pleasure-boats, with spacious cabins, and a good cellar, to carry a choice philosophical party up the Thames and Severn, into the Ellesmere canal, where we shall be among the mountains of North Wales; which we may climb or not, as we think proper; but we will, at any rate, keep our floating hotel well provisioned, and we will try to settle all the questions over which a shadow of doubt yet hangs in the world of philosophy.

THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.

 I will be of the party, though I must hire an officiating curate, and deprive poor dear Mrs. Folliott, for several weeks, of the pleasure of combing my wig.

Taking a moment to rest at Maid Marian. The Wheel needs a drop of oil. Here are some useful words from the friar (Chapter 16):

"The world is a stage, and life is a farce, and he that laughs most has most profit of the performance. The worst thing is good enough to be laughed at, though it be good for nothing else; and the best thing, though it be good for something else, is good for nothing better."

A more vigorous spin of the Wheel than customary, and we are rewarded with the first visit to Maid Marian (1822), Chapter 3.

"He looked up at them fiercely, with his mouth full of beef and his eyes full of flame..."

A turn of the Wheel, and a return visit to Headlong Hall, Chapter 9.

Mr. Escot passed a sleepless night, the ordinary effect of love, according to some amatory poets, who seem to have composed their whining ditties for the benevolent purpose of bestowing on others that gentle slumber of which they so pathetically lament the privation.

 The lucky Wheel sends us to The Misfortunes of Elphin (1829), Chapter 3. Seithenyn ap Seithyn has been drinking.

"I do not know what right the wind has to blow upon me here; nor what business the sea has to show itself here; nor what business you have here; but one thing is very evident, that either my castle or the sea is on fire; and I shall be glad to know who has done it, for terrible shall be the vengeance of Seithenyn ap Seithyn..."

 Spin to win, today we land in Headlong Hall (1816), Chapter 5. 

MR. PANSCOPE:

...you seem desirous, by the futile process of analytical dialectics, to subvert the pyramidal structure of synthetically deduced opinions, which have withstood the secular revolutions of physiological disquisition, and which I maintain to be transcendentally self-evident, categorically certain, and syllogistically demonstratable. 

SQUIRE HEADLONG:

Bravo! Pass the bottle. The very best speech that ever was made.

MR. ESCOT:

It has only the slight disadvantage of being unintelligible.

 Today the Wheel takes us to Chapter 5 of Nightmare Abbey (1818). Mr. Flosky is speaking.

"This rage for novelty is the bane of literature. Except my works and those of my particular friends, nothing is good that is not as old as Jeremy Taylor: and, entre nous, the best parts of my friends' books were either written or suggested by myself."

Notes: 

--Jeremy Taylor (1613-1667), a cleric in the Church of England. The "Shakespeare of the Divines."

--entre nous: between us