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If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn — season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.”
This is folliwed up on a later page when Bertie enters the antique shop on the Brompton Road.
scarcely a day passed without him bringing me a sheaf or nosegay of those illustrated folders
His whole attitude recalled irresistibly to the mind that of some assiduous hound who will persist in laying a dead rat on the drawing-room carpet, though repeatedly apprised by word and gesture that the market for same is sluggish or even non-existent.
I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled,
roosting.
hornswoggling
high- binder
An unscrupulous person, especially a corrupt politician.
Historically, an assassin, especially one belongibg to a Chibese American criminal organization
Quite a slab of misty fruitfulness
from page 1
giving me the up-and-down through his wind-shields.
Lol!
It was as if Nature had intended to make a gorilla, and had changed its mind at the last moment.
like a flower groping toward the sun.
Hahahahaha!
meum and tuum.
Mine and thine
mens sana in corpore what-not.
mens sana in corpore sano is a classical Latin phrase, usually translated as "a healthy mind in a healthy body".
I now lighted a feverish cigarette
a feverish cigarette is a transferred epithet
Quorn and Pytchley
Rival fox-hunting groups from 18th and 19th centuries
She snorted with a sudden violence which twenty-four hours earlier would have unmanned me completely. Even in my present tolerably robust condition, it affected me rather like one of those gas explosions which slay six.
broken only by the musical sound of an aunt drinking brandy and soda
May green fly attack his roses. May his cook get tight on the night of the big dinner party. May all his hens get the staggers.”
“May his cistern start leaking, and may white ants, if there are any in England, gnaw away the foundations of Totleigh Towers. And when he walks up the aisle with his daughter Madeline, to give her away to that ass Spink-Bottle, may he get a sneezing fit and find that he has come out without a pocket-handkerchief.”
while marmalading a slice of toast.
I resumed my seat, and ate a moody slice of cold bacon.
the bowed-downer did the heart become.
He was described as letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would,’ like the poor cat i’ th’ adage.”
like the cat that wants a fish but refuses to get its paws wet. Old adage dating back to at least tbe 16th century.
Raffles
A gentleman burglar character cteated by E.W. Hornung (Arthur Conan-Doyle's brother-in-law).
pea-and-thimble man
A small-time con man who pushes around 3 thimbles under one of which is a pea
And thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pitch and moment in this regard their currents turns awry and lose the name of action.”
Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1
a stately home of E.
stately home of England
And as I had not yet mastered the vocal cords sufficiently to be able to reply, that concluded the dialogue sequence for the moment.
but for some reason the word came out like something Aunt Dahlia might have said to
a fellow member of the Pytchley half a mile away across a ploughed field, and old Bassett shot back as if he had been jabbed in the eye with a burned stick.
She was definitely the sort of girl who puts her hands over a husband’s eyes, as he is crawling in to breakfast with a morning head, and says: “Guess who!”
She was standing by the barometer, which, if it had had an ounce of sense in its head, would have been pointing to “Stormy” instead of “Set Fair”;
she said, in a low voice like beer trickling out of a jug,
You could not resist the urge to take away with you one last memory, which you could cherish down the lonely years. Oh, Bertie, you remind me of Rudel.”
She paused, and heaved a sigh that seemed to come straight up from the cami-knickers. A silence ensued.
From his earliest years, there has always been something distinctive and individual about Gussie’s timbre, reminding the hearer partly of an escape of gas from a gas-pipe and partly of a sheep calling to its young in the lambing season.
One moment he was with us, all merry and bright; the next he was in the ditch, a sort of macedoine of arms and legs and wheels, with the terrier standing on the edge, looking down at him with that rather offensive expression of virtuous smugness which I have often noticed on the faces of Aberdeen terriers in their clashes with humanity.
The dog Bartholomew gave me an unpleasant look and said something under his breath in Gaelic,
I said that, reading between the lines, that was rather the impression I had gathered,
The sort of thing that casts a gloom over a girl’s home life.
It just shows you how true it is that one-half of the world doesn’t know how the other three-quarters lives.
Which just shows you.
Samson had the same experience with Delilah.
I looked up. The cliff-like mass looming over me was Roderick Spode.
It is certainly a somewhat unfortunate state of affairs.”
thoughtful cigarette
the soul seemed to expand as if someone had got to work on it with a bicycle pump.
He melted away,
I turned to Gussie, who was now looking like a bewildered halibut.
so I returned to what Constable Oates would have called the point at tissue.
