“Oh, but Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, you haven't left me any time at all just to- to live.”
“For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.”
“This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.”
“She was not fat, but solid, and she chose protective garments that drew up her bosom to giddy heights, pinched in her waist, flared out her rear, and managed to suggest that Aunt Alexandra’s was once an hour-glass figure. From any angle, it was formidable.”
“Oh child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the affect of extreme complication.-Aunt Beast”