It was a cold, disapproving gaze, such as a fastidious luncher who was not fond of caterpillars might have… — P.G. Wodehouse

Boyhood, like measles, is one of those complaints which a man should catch young and have done with, for when it comes in middle life it is apt to be serious.

The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.

Has anybody ever seen a drama critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.