her roman-billedsprogets humoristiske, fiktivt forpligtede og fabulerende spilfærdighed, fra hen mod slutningen af kapitlet "Podsnappery", et af de bedste kapitler i en af verdens bedste romaner, Our Mututal Friend; Podsnap-tallerkenen/sølvtøjet har været sat i billedspil gennem hele kapitlet, der beretter om et selskab hos Mr og Mrs Podsnap, solidt rige borgere med en forsømt, ung datter - midt i og kontra tallerken-dansen den heftige (og sjove!) hane og til allersidst en surrealistisk, ung person, der er lutter kinder:
Certain big, heavy vehicles built on the models of the Podsnap plate, took away the heavy articles of guests weighing ever so much; and the less valuable articles got away after their various manners; and the Podsnap plate was put to bed. As Mr Podsnap stood with his back to the drawing-room fire, pulling up his shirt-collar, like a veritable cock of the walk literally [!] pluming himself in the midst of his possessions, nothing would have astonished him more than an intimation that Miss Podsnap, or any other young person properly born and bred, could not be exactly put away like the plate, brought out like the plate, polished like the plate, counted, weighed and valued like the plate. That such a young person could posssibly have a morbid vacancy in their heart for anything younger than the plate, or less monotonous than than the plate; or that such a young person's thoughts could try to scale the region bounded on the north, south, east, and west, by the plate; was a monstrous imagination which he would on the spot have flourished into space. This perhaps in some sort arose from Mr Podsnap's blushing young person [en fast retorisk figur i Mr Podsnaps konversation] being, so to speak, all cheek, whereas there is a possibility that there may be young persons of a rather more complex organisation.
All you need is a little monstrous imagination