wallowing out there, like fat pigs, where of yore the wooden men-o’-war swam the waters like swans; but the houses at least, that face the Esplanade in one almost unbroken row, each one like its neighbour and all absolutely innocent either of taste or pretension, are characteristically Georgian.
— from The Hardy Country: Literary landmarks of the Wessex Novels by Charles G. (Charles George) Harper
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