Deerstalking would be a very fine sport if only the deer had guns.
No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have; and I think he's a dirty little beast.
Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk like that forever.
You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of complicated state of mind. The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.
Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?
Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.