“I drew a deepish breath.”

“A moment before this voice spoke, Lord Emsworth had been smirking. He now congealed, and the smile passed from his lips like breath off a razor, to be succeeded be a tense look of anxiety and alarm.”

“I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don’t remember what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.”

“I never want to see anyone, and I never want to go anywhere or do anything. I just want to write.”

“I gave it up. The man annoyed me. I hadn't the slightest objection to his spending his time planning massacres for the bourgeoisie, but I was dashed if I could see why he couldn't do it with a bright and cheerful smile.”

“It's not that I don't trust you, Dunstable, it's simply that I don't trust you.”

“I laughed derisively."For goodness' sake, don't start gargling now. This is serious.""I was laughing.""Oh, were you? Well, I'm glad to see you taking it in this merry spirit.""Derisively," I explained.”