“A blessed companion is a book--a book that, fitly chosen, is a lifelong friend...a book that, at a touch, pours its heart into your own.” ― Douglas Jerrold.

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“A blessed companion is a book--a book that, fitly chosen, is a lifelong friend...a book that, at a touch, pours its heart into your own.” ― Douglas Jerrold.
I learned from Alan McNee's book The Cockney Who Sold the Alps: Albert Smith and the Ascent of Mont Blanc that Albert Smith and the cartoonist John Leech were old friends who knew each other from their days in medical school, and Smith called Leech "Jack"—which summoned Garrick Club resident mean girl Douglas Jerrold, who snarked: "Leech, how long is it necessary for a man to know you before he may call you Jack?"
There's just something really funny about calling your old friend Jack, and this bitch swoops in like "um his name is LEECH >:("
Victorian etiquette notwithstanding, if I was John Leech I think I would also want to be addressed as Jack instead of LEECH.
A Man Made of Money. Douglas Jerrold. London: Published at the Punch Office, 85, Fleet Street, October 1848-March 1849. Plates with steel engravings after drawings by John Leech. First edition.
"The protagonist, besieged by demands from his wife and stepdaughters, wishes that he were 'made of money;' he then finds himself able to peel banknotes from his breast. As his fortune increases, his substance dwindles, while his temper and reputation go steadily to the bad. The acidic wit is assisted by a remarkably extravagant style, giving the story a savage bite.”
Belo pensamento do dramaturgo inglês Douglas Jerrold.