Mind you, clothes were clothes in those days. […] Frills, ruffles, flounces, lace, complicated seams and gores: not only did they sweep the ground and have to be held up in one hand elegantly as you walked along, but they had little capes or coats or feather boas.

Like as a fire, the which in hollow cave Hath long bene underkept, and down supprest, With murmurous disdaine doth inly rave, And grudge, in so streight prison to be prest, London: Constable & Co., 1919, p. 202, https://archive.org/details/ahq1435.0002.001.umich.edu

You're 20-something years old, you've got your own house, different cars, money to burn.

Jim Reed began talking about the Tommies, the Aussies, the Froggies, the Belgies, the Pork and Cheese.