It was still only nine o'clock when I set off on the last leg of my journey, feeling old and dirty and… — Kyril Bonfiglioli

To be on foot in the United States is only immoral, not illegal.

The coffee having arrived (how hard it is to write without the ablative absolute!) we guzzled genteelly for a while...

"No no, Jock…we're going to push him out of a window. Your bedroom window, I think. Yes, and we'll undress him first and say that he was making advances to you and jumped out of the window in a frenzy of thwarted love."

"I say, Charlie, really, what a filthy rotten idea; I mean, think of my wife."

"I never think of policemen's wives, their beauty maddens me like wine."