My unhealthy affection for my second daughter has waned. Now I despise all my seven children equally.
News is what a chap who doesn't care much about anything wants to read.
The sky over London was glorious, ochre and madder, as though a dozen tropic suns were simultaneously setting round the horizon . . . Everywhere the shells sparkled like Christmas baubles.
In the dying world I come from, quotation is a national vice.
I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.
Don't hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.