My brother, quiet as a cat, seems perfectly contented with the internal feelings of his felicity. The Marquis, mad as a kitten, is all in motion to express it, from tongue to heel.

“I enjoy playin' dis Chinese,” Halmea said. She was afraid of snakes, walking so close to me that she stepped on my heels about every yard or so. “I gets tiredsome workin' all de time.”

His mother is having an affair with the man next door, is reading Germain Greer's The Female Eunuch—which spawns Adrian's first wet dream.

There is no best in þe word, I wene... That suffuris halfe so myche tene As doth þe sylly wat.