I suppose this was really the moment for embarking upon an impassioned defence of Boko, stressing his admirable qualities. Not being able to think of any, however, I remained silent.

His eyes were rolling in their sockets, and his face had taken on the colour and expression of a devout tomato. I could see he loved like a thousand bricks.

On his good mornings, I don't suppose there are more than a handful of men in the W. 1 postal district of London swifter to spot oompus-boompus than Bertram Wo…

Aunt Agatha is like an elephant-not so much to look at, for in appearance she resembles more a well-bred vulture, but because she never forgets.

Here profits not To tell the whole truth with clear face unveiled. Often is man's best wisdom to be silent.

It 's no matter what you do If your heart be only true, And his heart was true to Poll.

Embla lies with each thing, Ask looks and knows. Understanding without explanation they depart and separate.