Sophistication might be described as the ability to cope gracefully with a situation involving the presence of a formidable menace to one's poise and prestige (such as the butler, or the man under the bed - but never the husband).

For one thing, she pronounced flowers 'flars' and I couldn't let it slide.

It was Lisa, aged five, whose mother asked her to thank my wife for the peas we had sent them from our garden. 'I thought the peas were awful, I wish you and Mrs. Thurber were dead, and I hate trees,' said Lisa.

It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.

Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear end collision.

Beautiful things don't ask for attention.

Don't get it right, just get it written.