And to all others in this story profound shooms of lip music brrrrrr. And they can kiss my sharries.

Translation is not a matter of words only: it is a matter of making intelligible a whole culture.

Only in England is the perversion of language regarded as a victory for democracy.

I've always felt that English women had to be approached in a sisterly manner, rather than an erotic manner.

We are supposed to be the children of Seth; but Seth is too much of an effete nonentity to deserve ancestral regard. No, we are the sons of Cain, and with violence can be associated the attacks on sound, stone, wood and metal that produced civilization.

It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.

Great Music, it said, and Great Poetry would like quieten Modern Youth down and make Modern Youth more Civilized. Civilized my syphilised yarbles.