Butcher Quotes
“When they didn't give him boiled mutton, they gave him rice pudding, pretending it was a treat. And saved the butcher.”
Charles Dickens (1812-1870)
'The Schoolboy's Story' (1853)
“Don't take a butcher's advice on how to cook meat. If he knew, he'd be a chef."
Andy Rooney
Dick the Butcher: “The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.”
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) 'King Henry VI'
Never one around when you need one!
"We have now not infrequently had mutton at table, the flavor of which is quite excellent.....but it is invariably brought to table in lumps or chunks of no particular shape or size, and in which it is utterly impossible to recognize any part of the quadruped creature sheep.....I at length inquired why a decent usual Christian joint of mutton.....was never brought to table: the reply was that the carpenter always cut up the meat..."
Francis and Campbell, on a Georgia plantation, 1839.
“Culture is what your butcher would have if he were a surgeon.”
Mary Pettibone Poole
“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”
Robert A. Heinlein
“To see the butcher slap the steak before he laid it on the block, and give his knife a sharpening, was to forget breakfast instantly. It was agreeable too - it really was - to see him cut it off so smooth and juicy. There was nothing savage in the act, although the knife was large and keen; it was a piece of art, high art; there was delicacy of touch, clearness of tone, skilful handling of the subject, fine shading. It was the triumph of mind over matter; quite.”
Charles Dickens (1812-1870) Martin Chuzzlewit
“Your butcher breathes an atmosphere of good living. The beef mingles kindly with his animal nature. He grows fat with the best of it, perhaps with inhaling its very essence; and has no time to grow spare, theoretical and hypochondriacal.”
Leigh Hunt (1784-1859), 'The Seer'
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