I do not scruple to employ mendacity and a fictitious appearance of female incompetence when the occasion demands it.

Marriage, in my view, should be a balanced stalemate between equal adversaries.

there is nothing like a garden to rest the soul.

The opportunity to lecture had restored my good humor.

Superstition has its practical uses.

The cat Horus shot out from under the table and headed for the door, his ears flattened and his tail straight out. There he encountered Abdullah, who had been waiting for us on the verandah and who had, I supposed, been alarmed by Emerson's shouts and hurried to discover what disaster had prompted them. The cat got entangled in Abdullah's skirts and a brief interval of staggering (by Abdullah), scratching (by Horus) and swearing (by both parties) ensued before Horus freed himself and departed.

Another dead body. Every year it is the same. Every year, another dead body.