This is intended for fun, and so, if this is outside the forum's purview, please don't throw me under the bus ... again!
Have you an utter favorite character from literature? If you do, neither name the character nor cite the work in which the character appears, but instead, set forth here, from the work in question, a quotation that introduces, describes, or pertains to that character.
The idea is that the next person to post after you, before introducing his or her particular favorite, must first cite the work and the name of the character described in your (ie, the immediately preceding) post!
Anyway, my favourite has ever been the following wee character, ABC:
As he gazed, something bright and small seemed to twinkle down in the heart of it, vanished, then twinkled once more like a tiny star. But it could hardly be a star in such an unlikely situation; and it was too glittering and small for a glow-worm. Then, as he looked, it winked at him, and so declared itself to be an eye; and a small face began gradually to grow up round it, like a frame round a picture.
A brown little face, with whiskers.
A grave round face, with the same twinkle in its eye that had first attracted his notice.
Small neat ears and thick silky hair.
It was ABC!
The smell of the dust they kicked up was rich and satisfying (Graham)
Ratty, in Wind in the Willows, as first seen by Mole. I have a theory that most people's personalities resemble one of the characters in the book; I like to think I'm like Badger, but I've encountered many, many weasels in my life.
Now I've got to think of my favourite book character. That takes more effort!
Of course you are right, Twoddle, and yes, most of us will agree that stoats and weasels are distressingly ubiquitous.
I do have other favorite characters, but The Water Rat really is my hands-down choice! And I suppose that my virtual by-line gives away my love of Graham's book. The Water Rat is what the English admire in themselves. Bugs Bunny performs the same role for the Americans!
BTW, the Badger - crusty as he may be - has much to recommend him!
Possibly my favourite character from literature (bearing in mind you didn't say it had to be fiction):
But XYZ, having pitched his camp on the mountain near the town, placed the forces of each state separately and at small intervals around himself, and having occupied all the hills of that range as far as they commanded a view, he presented a formidable appearance; he ordered the rulers of the states, whom he had selected as his council of war, to come to him daily at the dawn, whether any measure seemed to require deliberation or execution.
Introverts unite! (Separately, in your own homes.)
No, no! Not that jumped up, sadistic, psychopathic, megalomaniac, genocidal, butchering, worthless pig-dog who received his just rewards at the Theatre of Pompey in 44BC, but the bloke who came within a hair's breadth of defeating the unmitigated bastard at the Battle of Alesia eight years earlier. Had he done so, the course of World history would have taken a different and much brighter course.
Vercingetorix, indeed. Possibly not someone you'd want to invite for tea, but a damned sight less homicidal than his opponent. Not a patch on Asterix, of course.
I visited the hill at Alesia the day after I'd refreshed my memory by reading Caesar's account - written as if it had happened yesterday - and it gave me a very odd feeling to be at the same spot and to see the same hills in the distance, but to realise that it had all happened two millennia ago.
There were archaeological excavations there, undertaken under the auspices of Napoleon III, and now themselves part of history!