Madame, I hope your good ladiship wil pardon mi bouldnes, if at the instant request of mi speciallist frends and nearist kinsfolks, I præsume so mutch this ons of your ladiships gentle favour, as without ani farther means by others, to moove an ernest sute unto you mi self, in the behalf of a pore sistar of mine, which for sundri good causis, and esspecially uppon the excellent report she hath oft hard of your Ladiships singular goodnes, is marvelous desirous to do you service.

Invest in some Drachenfutter* as well, then. . . . *You'll know the principle even if you don't know the term. It's 'dragon fodder', what errant German husbands give their wives when they've been up to something she'll disapprove of.

The National Peace Council was, I will not say a Buridan's Ass, but a kind of eunuch organisation, unable to take a decision one way or another.

They intrigued and slandered and hated each other only on that account, - but as to effectually lifting a little finger - oh, no.