Adrian thought it worth while to try out his new slang. ‘I say, you fellows, here's a rum go. Old Biffo was jolly odd this morning. He gave me a lot of pi-jaw about slacking and then invited me to tea. No rotting! He did really.’

But not desirous to make any longer aboad in this place, by reason of the most infectious serenas or dewes that fall all along these coasts of Africa,[…]

The safe and general antidote against sorrow is employment.

[…] I knew well the self-important back-patting, the servile admiration, the ambiguous analyses, the petty praise, and the pettier intellectual bashi-bazoukery --'