He finished the last piece of bacon and pushed away his plate. Amongst all that mass of paper there must surely be one from a lovely maiden, James, at whose disposal I can place my rusty sword. Incidentally, what has become of the damned thing? It's in the lumber-room, sir—tied up with the old humbrella and the niblick you don't like.

I'll spin and card, and keep our children tight.

You really are a B.F., Arthur.

The one percent of difference between human and chimpkind, as it turns out, makes all the difference.