Ice-Cream Seller

“’There’s some one who’s pleased with himself,” she thought, as she saw a fat, rubicund gentleman coming towards her. He took her for an acquaintance, and lifted his glossy hat above his bald, glossy head, and then perceived his mistake. ‘He thought he knew me. Well, he knows me as well as any one in the world knows me. I don’t know myself. I know my appetites, as the French say. They want that dirty ice-cream, that they do know for certain,’ she thought, looking at two boys stopping an ice-cream seller, who took a barrel off his head and began wiping his perspiring face with a towel.’We all want what is sweet and nice. If not sweetmeats, then dirty ice.’” Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877).