She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.

Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.

Golf, like the measles, should be caught young, for, if postponed to riper years, the results may be serious.

Well, you know what the Fulham Road's like. If your top-hat blows off into it, it has about as much chance as a rabbit at a dogshow.

Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!

I am told by those who know that there are six varieties of hangover-the Broken Compass, the Sewing Machine, the Comet, the Atomic, the Cement Mixer and the Gremlin Boogie, and his manner suggested that he had got them all.

What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two very different things.