not at a party but i'd just like to once say i boofed your mother

And no use for anyone to tell Charles that this was because the Family was in mourning for Mr Granville Darracott […]: Charles might only have been second footman at Darracott Place for a couple of months when that disaster occurred, but no one could gammon him into thinking that my lord cared a spangle for his heir.

[“]You had another of your vacillating consultations with your councillors. Fine advisers.” With infinite scorn, “A herd of palsied purblind idiots hugging their sterile profits close to their sunken chests in the face of my father’s displeasure.”

It took me a long time to get my head straight. I met this woman. She was on welfare, had two children, practically illiterate she was; she could barely read the labels on canned food. Lucky they had pictures on most food.