As a child of eight Mr. Trout had once kissed a girl of six under the mistletoe at a Christmas party, but there his sex life had come to abrupt halt.

And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.

...what I feel we ought to do at this juncture is to dash off somewhere where it's quiet and there aren't so many housesdancing the 'Blue Danube' and shove some tea into ourselves. And over the pot and muffins I shall have something veryimportant to say to you.

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.

the ice was not only broken; it was shivered into a million fragments

A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.