Headlong Hall
by Thomas Love Peacock
Unlike other Welsh squirrels, Streamhead-up-Streamhead, the current son of an old and honorable household, Harry Streamhead, Esquire, actually suffered from certain phenomena called books to find their way home; and as he ran over them after dinner, he was fascinated by a fierce passion to be considered a philosopher and a man of pleasure. Accordingly, he invited a large number of philosophers and poets to the feast; and four of the guests, selected from different parts of the metropolis, sat in the four corners of the post office of the Holy Head. And it's supposed to be a very holy Christmas, really...
