You appear to have emptied your wine-cellar into your bookseller.
To a man who made his publisher drunk at dinner.
When some one spoke of a three-hours monologue of Coleridge, occasioned by seeing two soldiers seated by the wayside, Thank Heaven, said Hook, that he did not see a regiment! as in that case he never would have stopped.
W. J. Thoms wrote in The Nineteenth Century, December, 1881, that, asking Hook what sort of a looking man the dramatist and author Planché was, Short and bald, he replied: he used to cut his hair, but now his hair has cut him.