At one stage, each human embryo is a chick - What idiot swaps out the clit for the dick?

I remember the scene like a movie or advanced VR game with smell, touch etc, unless there was a line of text or design element in the book so striking that it stuck in my mind, in which case I remember both simultaneously. I read a lot of kids' books though, and any illustrations will override my imagination.

He got paid more to write more (not by the word but by the number of instalments in his stories, which were released in chapters serially) and tastes were different in the Victorian era. Authors could make shit up as they went along. Novels weren't edited in the same way and people expected a book to take a good long amount of time to read. People still enjoy his colourful characterisation but don't feel like you have to read him. Victorian literature, by our standards, is sentimental and slow.

Edit: I say this with love, I find the 19th century really interesting.