Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.

What earthly good is golf? Life is stern and life is earnest. We live in a practical age. All around us we see foreign competition making itself unpleasant. And we spend our time playing golf? What do we get out of it? Is golf any use? That's what I'm asking you. Can you name me a single case where devotion to this pestilential pastime has done a man any practical good?

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.

A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.

Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world.

We Woosters do not lightly forget. At least, we do - some things - appointments, and people's birthdays, and letters to post, and all that - but not an absolutely bally insult like the above.

An apple a day, if well aimed, keeps the doctor away.