Gradgrind always mentally introduced himself, whether to his private circle of acquaintance, or to the public in general.
Gradgrind, squarely pointing with his square forefinger, 'I don't know that girl.
Gradgrind frowned, and waved off the objectionable calling with his hand.
Gradgrind, for the general behoof of all the little pitchers.
'Bitzer,' said Thomas Gradgrind. 'Your definition of a horse.'
Bitzer, after rapidly blinking at Thomas Gradgrind with both eyes at once, and so catching the light upon his quivering ends of lashes that they looked like the antennae of busy insects, put his knuckles to his freckled forehead, and sat down again.
'You must paper it,' said Thomas Gradgrind, 'whether you like it or not.
What is called Taste, is only another name for Fact.' Thomas Gradgrind nodded his approbation.
'You are not, Cecilia Jupe,' Thomas Gradgrind solemnly repeated,
Gradgrind, I shall be happy, at your request, to observe his mode of procedure.'