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carved by himself in an idle mood, and to display letters intended to  
bear neither more or less than the simple construction of - 'BILL  
STUMPS, HIS MARK'; and that Mr Stumps, being little in the habit of  
original composition, and more accustomed to be guided by the sound  
of words than by the strict rules of orthography, had omitted the  
concluding 'L' of his Christian name.  
The Pickwick Club (as might have been expected from so enlightened  
an institution) received this statement with the contempt it deserved,  
expelled the presumptuous and ill-conditioned Blotton from the  
society, and voted Mr Pickwick a pair of gold spectacles, in token of  
their confidence and approbation: in return for which, Mr Pickwick  
caused a portrait of himself to be painted, and hung up in the club  
room.  
Mr Blotton was ejected but not conquered. He also wrote a pamphlet,  
addressed to the seventeen learned societies, native and foreign,  
containing a repetition of the statement he had already made, and  
rather more than half intimating his opinion that the seventeen  
learned societies were so many 'humbugs.' Hereupon, the virtuous  
indignation of the seventeen learned societies being roused, several  
fresh pamphlets appeared; the foreign learned societies corresponded  
with the native learned societies; the native learned societies  
translated the pamphlets of the foreign learned societies into English;  
the foreign learned societies translated the pamphlets of the native  
learned societies into all sorts of languages; and thus commenced that  
celebrated scientific discussion so well known to all men, as the  
Pickwick controversy.  
But this base attempt to injure Mr Pickwick recoiled upon the head of  
its calumnious author. The seventeen learned societies unanimously  
voted the presumptuous Blotton an ignorant meddler, and forthwith  
set to work upon more treatises than ever. And to this day the stone  
remains, an illegible monument of Mr Pickwick's greatness, and a  
lasting trophy to the littleness of his enemies.  


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