Then he rose and began to pace the room in an overwrought sort of way, like a zoo lion who has heard the dinner-gong go and is hoping the keeper won't forget him in the general distribution.

Though never for an instant faltering in my opinion that Augustus Fink-Nottle was Nature's final word in cloth-headed guffins, I liked the man, wished him well.

Contenting myself, accordingly, with a gesture of loving sympathy, I left the room. Whether she did or did not throw a handsomely bound volume of the Works of …

When I was a child, I used to think that rabbits were gnomes, and that if I held my breath and stayed quite still, I should see the fairy queen.'. Indicating w…

He resembled a minor prophet who had been hit behind the ear with a stuffed eel-skin.

'I want to know what the devil you mean by keeping coming into my private apartment, taking up space which I require for other purposes and interrupting me whe…

(in reference to Walter Bellhaven) The last thing I heard was him laughing, almost like a hyena.