New York is a small place when it comes to the part of it that wakes up just as the rest is going to bed.

Half a league Half a league Half a league onward With a hey-nonny-nonny And a hot cha-cha.

Hugo?’ ‘Millicent?’ ‘Is that you?’ ‘Yes. Is that you?’ ‘Yes.’ Anything in the nature of misunderstanding was cleared away. It was both of them.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

She had more curves than a scenic railway

She could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream.

It is not mere technical skill that makes a man a golfer, it is the golfing soul.