Unhipped

But, given that you are the most stolid of Britons, and insist, on the Mark Tapley principle, upon being jolly under whatever circumstances may turn up, I defy you to be unhipped after a week's stay at Wiesbaden. That eternal Platte stares you in the face, with its whitewashed tawdry front, whenever you take your walks abroad. Before long it becomes your moral nightmare; it enters into frightful combinations in your dreams; […]