Contrarywise

“I'm in the soup!”
― Evelyn Waugh, Decline and Fall

“My father greeted me with his usual air of mild regret.”
― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

“In fact this bad baronet died true to the conditions of his kind--mysteriously in his library, at midnight, while a great deal of snow was falling.”
― Michael Innes, What Happened At Hazlewood

“To the American, English writers are like prim spinsters fidgeting with the china, punctilious about good taste, and inwardly full of thwarted, tepid and perverse passions.
We see the Americans as gushing adolescents, repetitive and slangy, rather nasty sometimes in their zest for violence and bad language.”
― Evelyn Waugh, The Essays, Articles and Reviews of Evelyn Waugh