“I must get my flowers done before lunch." "Bah!" I said, turning to my table again. "Hang lunch; I can't eat any. Italy, our staunch friend for years, throws in her lot with Austria, her hereditary foe, and you talk of lunch."”
“I said. "Such flippancy," said Arthur, "is unbecoming in a lance corporal. What you want is a course of philosophy." "What you want," I said, "is a course of musketry." Arthur, who, like me, is rising forty-six, is sound enough for home defence, but isn't in any Force yet. So, being a lance corporal in the "United Arts" myself, I feel I can throw advice of this sort at him freely. "I'm going to give you a mental prescription," he said, taking out a pencil and scribbling on an envelope. "Have you read this—Ludovici's Who is to be Master of the World?"”
“I said, "you can stand there with those ridiculous red blobs in one hand and—and nothing in the other and talk like that " "They're not blobs," said Honor, "they're peonies. And if that's all that's the matter I'm busy.”
“I thought it better to postpone further investigations, and reflected that Honor might be able to enlighten me when I returned home that evening. "No," she said, when I asked her about it, "I haven't noticed anything exceptionally superior about him." "Bills any different?" "No," she said, "they take as long to pay; about as exorbitant as most of the others."”
“By the way, what time are these people coming?" "Half-past four," said Alison, "and it's now nearly four." "Then please see that Jessie brings in tea at five exactly." "Why exactly?" said Alison. "Why not?" I said. "Five is a very good hour, and it's part of my scheme." "It's most mysterious," said Alison. "It's particularly ingenious," I said. "Everything dovetails in beautifully, and if you'll carry out your small share all will be well. By the way, if I make any remark to the company before tea which is not—er—strictly true, you will please to take no notice of it."”
“I said, "you're not allowing for deaths and bad eggs." "Oh yes, I am," she said; "I've only allowed half the eggs to become chickens." "You'd never make a company promoter," I said. "I'm going to be a hospital nurse, thank you, Daddy," she said with her nose in the air. "Do come and see Evargeline's family." So we strolled into the garden and down to the poultry run, taking the multiplication sums with us. Evangeline, the optimist, was busy scratching up the more or less kindly fruits of the earth for her family and didn't make the slightest sign of recognition, though I coughed twice.”
“I suppose I ought to have persevered with my lessons a little longer, but I was losing my self-respect, and felt that nothing would help me to gain it better than to cause somebody else to do the falling for a bit.”
“He had finished lunch and was just off to school again. I called him. "Look here, old man," I said, "you might get me a paper at the station before going to school. I want to see about Italy joining Austria. It's awful." "You don't need a paper," said Peter; "look on the map and you'll see that Italy joins Austria," and he fled. It was well for him that he fled.”
“I asked, "are the figures relating to this lot of Evangeline's?" "Here," she said, "under 'E.' Five chickens. I've allowed five to die, though I'm sure they wouldn't if they knew what they're wanted for." "I'm afraid you'll have to work it all out again." "Why?" "Look here," I said, "five chickens, and each going to lay at least enough eggs to sit on, and half of the sitting to mature, as it were; that sounds fair enough, but not more than three of this lot will lay eggs at all." "Oh! why ever not?" she said. "Nature's limitations," I explained. "Seven of them are cockerels."”
“I said, "you also consider yourself a bit of a superman." "I admit," he said, "that I've gone a long way/" "Towards Tipperary?" "Beyond you," he said, tapping the page of Nietzsche he was reading; "we're not on the same plane."”
“When I passed our butcher's on my way to the station yesterday morning, I noticed outside his shop a placard prominently displayed, which read:—"Williamson's Spring Lamb. So different from the ordinary butchers." There was no apostrophe before the "s" in "butchers," so the reference was clearly to Williamson and not Williamson's Spring Lamb. "Is Williamson really different from his rivals?" I said to myself, crossing to the other side of the road to take a general survey of the shop front. No, the same sort of joints seemed to be hanging up as those in other butchers' windows”
“Aren't they darlings?" "They're certainly a healthy-looking lot. Two of them I recognise as Clara's contribution. Doesn't she mind?" "I don't think so," said Peggy; "she's busy too. She's been sitting now for nearly a fortnight, and Maud Eliza's on eggs as well."”
“I said, "I'm just coming to that part, but at the moment I've forgotten the opening movements of the half-nelson." "My wife," he said musingly, "will be very annoyed. She's extremely English, you know."”
“My interview with Peter was not a long one. "Now look here, old pal," I said at the close, "quarter to exactly, in the bathroom." "Right-o! Daddy." Peter (ætat. 9) has a wrist-watch already and winds it regularly, so I knew he wouldn't fail me.”
“So little of you is the enemy, so much the friend, that I don't care to take the responsibility of arresting you. But perhaps I ought to resign. Come and have a sandwich, I've just time for one, and we can talk it over." "Right," he said, "we may as well. By the way, it was my grandparents on my mother's side who were French and German." Then, producing his warrant card, he said, "I am a Special too.”