"Ready reckoner" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... whose whole soul, like a Ready Reckoner, is composed of figures,—what is Life? He, perhaps, will answer, "Why, sir, Life—if you insure at our office—is worth more than at any other establishment. We divide profits, and the rate of insurance decreases in proportion," &c. &c.; and thus ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 1, November 13, 1841 • Various
... department in literature holds more or less connection with this outward sign. He who has a passion for old editions of the classics in vellum bindings—Stephenses or Aldines—will not be put off with a copy of Robinson Crusoe or the Ready Reckoner, bound to match and range with the contents of his shelves. Those who so vehemently affect some external peculiarity are the eccentric exceptions; yet even they have some consideration for the contents of a book as well ...
— The Book-Hunter - A New Edition, with a Memoir of the Author • John Hill Burton
... now his father, with the infallible nose of fathers for that which is no concern of theirs, had lighted upon them and was peering into them, and fingering them with his careless, brutal hands,—hands that could not differentiate between a ready reckoner and a treasure. As the light failed, he brought one of them and ...
— Clayhanger • Arnold Bennett
... he could hardly believe his ears. He had always, to the best of his knowledge and belief, tried to lead a different life, and this was too much—too much bourbon. Scratching out the last line that he had written, which was something about something biting like an anaconda, and stinging like a ready reckoner, he put on his coat and started down town, resolved to face the multitude, conscious of his innocence. He approached the express office a little nervous. The crowd filled the street, and as he passed a raftsman with red breeches on, said he wouldn't have such a nose as that on him for a hundred ...
— Peck's Compendium of Fun • George W. Peck
... infallible nose of fathers for that which is no concern of theirs, had lighted upon them and was peering into them, and fingering them with his careless, brutal hands,—hands that could not differentiate between a ready reckoner and a treasure. As the light failed, he brought one of them and then another ...
— Clayhanger • Arnold Bennett |
