The humorist has a good eye for the humbug; he does not always recognize the saint.
W. Somerset MaughamDeath is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it.
W. Somerset MaughamThe day broke grey and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested snow. A woman servant came into a room in which a child was sleeping and drew the curtains. She glanced mechanically at the house opposite, a stucco house with a portico, and went to the child's bed.
W. Somerset Maugham