“If ash-trays could speak, sir.' 'Indeed, yes.”
“Just as you say, sir. There is a letter on the tray, sir.""By Jove, Jeeves, that was practically potry. Rhymed, did you notice?”
“The person at the other end of the phone said something. Mr. Croup cringed."Oh. Yes, sir. Yes, indeed. And might I say how your telephonic confabulation brightens up and cheers our otherwise dreary and uneventful day?”
“Every day Zuigan used to call out to himself, "Master!" and then he answered himself, "Yes, Sir!" And he added, "Awake, Awake!" and then answered, "Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir!""From now onwards, do not be deceived by others!" "No, Sir! I will not, Sir!"”
“Nothing lasts forever,' I said, flicking cigarette ash into a cut-glass tray. 'We all have a short time, to shine or just survive.”
“Then I will speak upon the ashes.”