I waltzed into that club just as straight as a goose and I kept tripping over things and people were looking at me weird.

“I can answer a civil question civilly,” said the youth ; “and will pay fitting respect to your age, if you do not urge my patience with mockery. Since I have been here in France and Flanders, men have called me, in their fantasy, the Varlet with the Velvet Pouch, because of this hawk-purse which I carry by my side ; but my true name, when at home, is Quentin Durward.”

What was that? It sounded like a really loud sneeze.

He even stands to gain in world terms: his noisy critics strengthen his projected image of a man determined to pursue peace with Palestinians.