Tobacconist: Right. I want to try you on a course of these: one twenty times a day. Have you taken them before? Patient: Um, what is it? Tobacconist: It's a simple nicotinal arsenous monoxid preparation taken bronchially as an infumation. Patient: Infumation? Tobacconist: Yes, you just light the end and breathe it. Patient: What, like cigarettes? Tobacconist: You know them then. Actually, it's a bit hard to admit but they're basically an herbal remedy... A leaf originally from the Americas, I believe, called tobacco. Patient: But medicated? Tobacconist: Medicated? No. Patient: These are ordinary cigarettes? Tobacconist: That's right. Patient: But they're terribly bad for you, aren't they? Tobacconist: I hardly think I would be prescribing them if they were bad for you. Patient: Twenty a day? Tobacconist: Yes, ideally moving on to about thirty or forty.

Of her parents he knew nothing, except that her father must have been a damned hundsfoot, and a schelm, for selling his own flesh and blood to Adrian Brackel; […]

This ended in tears for him, the wrong person was one of our friends, Errol, who was then serving in the army, the husband attacked him at Ken's flat and Errol knocked him spark out, having no clue what this guy was going on about.

Reminder to sage and report.