Showing a lady into a library in which were alcoves, the books being arranged by subjects, he said, Now, Miss Mary, I will show you the concave of fictionary novels.'

I have no idea of what any of this means, but if standing up to bullies, asserting myself when I disagree and taking responsibility for what I post by putting my name to it, is being an EGOFAG then I bear the label with pride.

The voice came from the end of the divan but Hermione, seated square before the fire on a low pouffe did not turn to face its suave producer.

...the gout, with which he had long been tormented, prevailed over the enfeebled powers of nature.