“You’re loitering, citizen.”“Actually, I was hesitating.”
“You’re thinking about him naked, aren’t you?” “Unfortunately.” She patted my arm. “And to think—I was actually hesitant about dating him. Oh, and speaking of which. Chaps. Enough said.”
“Therefore I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject however trivial or however vast. By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream.”
“Dearest, I cannot loiter herein lather like a polar bear.”
“The foundation of all civilization is loitering.”
“I am not loitering" said the Major. "I am simply indulging in a few moments of pastoral solitude"...”