He didn’t realise until he’d paid for it that the car was a lemon.

Eleanor's sweet eyes shone so kindly on her successful rival, and she showed so frank and unenvious an admiration of Sylvia's wit and learning, displayed perhaps a trifle ostentatiously by that young lady in the ensuing conversation with Mrs. Draper, that Sylvia had a fresh, healing impulse of shame for her own recently acquired attitude of triumphing hostility towards the world.

After all it was we British who decided that sex and sport don't mix so why pamper to the poovy foreign trick of making our sportsmen dress like the girls in the Folies Bergere?

Such struggle is mispursued when one tries to establish one's viewpoint as uniquely true and to exclude the other's as simply false.