Ed has sleep apnea and recently got a new
mouthpiece that juts his lower jaw out so he can breathe better while sleeping.
“How do you like your new mouthpiece?” I
inquire after the first night.
“Like the dickens,” he answers.
“You love it like the dickens?”
“NO!”
“You hate it like the dickens?”
“YES! I hate it like the dickens.”
Still, the nights are strangely silent.
Still, the nights are strangely silent.
"Like
the Dickens" has nothing to do with Charles Dickens. Dickens is a euphemism, specifically a minced-oath, for the word devil, possibly via
devilkins. Shakespeare used it in 'the Merry Wives of Windsor,
1600: “I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of.”
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