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The incognito of an inn is one of its striking privileges -- "Lord of one's self, uncumber'd
with a name." Oh! It is great to shake off the trammels of the world and of public opinion
-- to lose our importunate, tormenting, everlasting personal identity in the elements of
nature, and become the creature of the moment, clear of all ties -- to hold to the
universe only by a dish of sweet-breads, and to owe nothing but the score of the evening
-- and no longer seeking for the applause and meeting with contempt, to be known by no
other title than the Gentleman in the parlour!