We prate about our civilisation and humanity, but those of us who do not carry hypocrisy to the length of self-deception know that underneath our starched shirts there lurks the savage, with all his savage instincts untouched. Occasionally he may be wanted, but we never need fear his dying out. On the other hand, it seems unwise to over-nourish him.

He signaled for me to come over, but I was no cockblocker or third party, so I didn't move.

I drink but two thirds of a pint in the whole day, which is less than the soberest of my countrymen drink of claree at every meal.

Fer, as the poit sez, me 'eart 'as got / The pip wiv yearnin' fer - I dunno wot.