Koty nie maj imion (...) Wy, ludzie, macie imiona. To dlatego, e nie wiecie, kim jestecie. My wiemy, kim jestemy, wic nie potrzebujemy imion.
Oliver has long since grown stout and healthy; but health or sickness made no difference in his warm feelings to those about him, though they do in the feelings of a great many people. He was still the same gentle, attached, affectionate creature that he had been when pain and suffering had wasted his strength; and when he was dependent for every slight attention and comfort on those who tended him.