There is no end of the epigrams and witticisms which she can throw out, this elegant Mrs. T., on people who marry for love, lead prosy, worky lives, and put on their best cap with pink ribbons for Sunday.

The man who once boasted he was master of the universe for making Vivendi a global media giant arrived in less triumphant fashion on Wednesday – through the back door of a Paris court.

circular reasoning

For well I know by your glib tongue, / To what fine country you belong, / And if your red rag did not shew it, / By your queer fancies I should know it.