And we laughed because he was fanimorous kokonbility.

All right, sir, all right, said Chizzlem, lighting a huge cigar; there it is, don't get your shirt out about it. I daresay I'll get along well enough without you. Though why you should be ashamed at what some of the flyest men do regularly, I can't tell.

For instance, he enjoys ugali with mrenda, a slimy vegetable that I can't stand, but since he likes it, it would be unfair of me to deny him his treat just because it doesn't fascinate me.

But, for all that, our British experience of electioneering rough-and-tumbling' has long blunted the edge of our moral anger.