A king's son, though with the bar sinister on his shield, is at least a match for this marmoset of a marquis.
Into the drawers and china pry, / Papers and books, a huge imbroglio! / Under a tea-cup he might lie, / Or creased, like dogs-ears, in a folio.
Jazz solos in the 1920s are much more about variety and discontinuity than unity and coherence. The explosive introduction, the instrutable and tender scat-clarinet dialogue, the spritely piano chorus, and the majestic trumpet chorus—contrast is far more important than unity.
Another thing the Association fostered, he thought, was the Old Boy spirit -- the Corinthian spirit -- and one way in which that was done was through sport.
