Poor fellow, he suffers from files.

He seems determined to make a trumpet sound like a tin whistle.

We know what happens to people who stay in the middle of the road. They get run down.

We could manage to survive without money changers and stockbrokers. We should find it harder to do without miners, steel workers and those who cultivate the land.

I read the newspapers avidly. It is my one form of continuous fiction.

No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin.

Reading is not a duty, and has consequently no business to be made disagreeable.