The shawl in which she had been loosely muffled dropped onto her chair when she advanced to us; and as she turned to resume her seat, we could not help noticing that her dress didn't nearly meet up the back and that the open space was railed across with a lattice-work of stay-lace—like a summer-house.

I don't want an elephant's soul, or any soul at all! he said. For a few moments he sat despondently. Suddenly he jumped to his feet, with his eyes blazing and all the signs of intense cerebral excitement. To hell with you and your souls! he shouted. Why do you plague me about souls? Haven't I got enough to worry, and pain, to distract me already, without thinking of souls?

It thanks the school for its donation of £881.13 and commemorates pupils’ “total and utter red nose splendidity” — the words of madcap charity organizers Griff Rhys-Jones and Lenny Henry.

What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross