Crack, crack—crack, crack—crack, crack—so this is Paris! Quoth I (continuing in the same mood)—and this is Paris!—humph!—Paris! Cried I, repeating the name the third time— The first, the finest, the most brilliant— —The streets however are nasty; But it looks, I suppose, better than it smells—crack, crack—crack, crack—

The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy