[H]e was sometimes seen disputing with the cobbler, his opposite neighbour, about the charge of two-pence; and refusing to pay Crispin's demand, unless he put three or four more sparables in the heels of the shoes which he had mended twice before!

[…] in a world of mandatory diminutives, a corporation of jolly Bills and Jacks and Herbs and Teds in which an unabbreviable given name like Earl must have been a minor handicap, Oat was the best that could be done for a man with the given name of Otis.

But with his native wit and musical intelligence, Pavarotti cannot act dumb.

Just remember to keep the mixture thick; it should coat the dunkable items heavily.