You just don't steal a man's gun and not expect a swift kick in the jewels in return.

Flair, the butler, drank.[…]On weekdays when we were alone, he would open The Times and fill in the crossword, each clue no sooner read than solved. At weekends he merely read the crossword, then ironed the paper before giving it to Herbie.

the explicit antitheology of Derridean thought

Dividing seven dollars among three people is difficult!