by Charles Dickens
Mr. Wopsle is a clerk at the village church, with a "Roman nose and a large shining bald forehead" (4.11), and, most importantly, a "deep voice which he was uncommonly proud of" (4.11). He loves the sound of his own voice—so much so that he eventually jets to pursue his love of theater in London. His performances are hilariously awful. But Dickens doesn't hate Mr. Wopsle—he's just around for some comic relief.