My father dealt in stocks and shares and my mother also had a lot of time on her hands.
To call him a dog hardly seems to do him justice, though inasmuch as he had four legs, a tail, and barked, I admit he was, to all outward appearances. But to those who knew him well, he was a perfect gentleman.
She never sets foot out of her apartment or her past.
Fighting is essentially a masculine idea; a woman's weapon is her tongue.
What Americans call cross-ventilation, the English call draughts.
Really, sex and laughter do go very well together, and I wondered - and I still do - which is more important.