Karl Jung referred to the “dumbling” in us And finally, at last the old fool showed up (A long time in coming) Always there, of course, where you couldn't find him (Where he hid all his life) Waiting patiently for the final act to …

Let me look around and see if I can scrounge up any old blankets for you to take to your picnic.

‘ […] Don’t persist, sir! or else I shall be obliged to inform my master of your designs; and he’ll take measures to secure his house and its inmates from any such unwarrantable intrusions!’

She's as 'appy as Larry, but she'll neither move nor eat. It's a rum 'un, isn't it? It was very rum indeed.