Reginald Rigby

“ 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 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." ”