The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.
When in that House MPs divide/If they've a brain and cerebellum, too/They've got to leave that brain outside/And vote just as their leaders tell 'em to.
There's a fascination frantic in a ruin that's romantic.
Man is nature's sole mistake.
He did nothing in particular, and did it very well.
Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.