Look out kid It's somethin' you did God knows when But you're doin' it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin' for a new frien' The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten.

Don't stand around in there breathing the fumes while the adhesive cures.

As families and kindreds sometimes do; producing, after long ages of unnoted notability, some living quintescence of all the qualities they had, to flame forth as a man world-noted […]

He then proceeded, in pseudo-Bellocian fashion, to divide Europe into the 'Gallo-Latin', the 'Anglo-Saxon' and the 'Austro-German' civilizations.