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Cheese,
like oil, makes too much of itself.(2)
It wants the whole boat to itself.
(3) It goes through the
hamper, and gives a cheesy flavor to everything else there. You can't tell
whether you are eating apple pie or German sausage, or strawberries and
cream. It all seems cheese. There is too much
odor about cheese. (4)
I remember a friend of mine
buying a couple of cheeses In Liverpool. Splendid cheeses they were, ripe
and mellow,and a two hundred horsepower scent about them that might have
been arranted to carry three miles, and knock
a man over (5)at
two hundred ards. I was in Liverpool at the time, and my friend said that
if I didn't mind he would get me to take them back with me to London, as
he should not be coming up for a day or two himself, and he did not think
the cheeses ought to be kept much longer.“Oh, with pleasure, dear boy,”
I replied, “with pleasure.”
I
called for the cheeses,(6)
and took them away in a cab. It was a ramshackle affair(7),
dragged along by a knock-kneed, broken- winded somnambulist, which his owner,
in a moment of enthusiasm, during conversation, referred
to(8)
as a horse.
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English
Intensive Reading 
Introduction
