Showing a lady into a library in which were alcoves, the books being arranged by subjects, he said, Now, Miss Mary, I will show you the concave of fictionary novels.'

I have no idea of what any of this means, but if standing up to bullies, asserting myself when I disagree and taking responsibility for what I post by putting my name to it, is being an EGOFAG then I bear the label with pride.

...the gout, with which he had long been tormented, prevailed over the enfeebled powers of nature.

The voice came from the end of the divan but Hermione, seated square before the fire on a low pouffe did not turn to face its suave producer.