Get him in here, and radio a ‘no duff’ [casualty] to HQ.

There is a small cob on this hill by some supposed to have been a fort: if it was, it must have been a very small one; tho' I rather take it for a tumulus than an exploratory tower.

Thou knowest of old that my temper is somewhat choleric, and my tongue not greased with that unguent which oils the mouths of the lip-serving lords of the land.

Thanks Nella. Your ballerina butterfly costume is adorbs!