The most moving scene is the final one, where he realizes he has wasted his whole life.

'[…] Isn't he a kind of nobleman?' Macarthy asked. 'Well no, not exactly a nobleman.' 'Well, some kind of a panjandarum. Hasn't he got one of their titles?' 'Yes, but not a very high one,' Agatha explained. 'He's only a K.C.B. And also an M.P.'

I went down at sunrise and forked out their ensilage to a paddockful of sturdy young Angus bulls I am proud to think I bred.

And yet for all its tyranny, Israel doesn’t gate-rape passengers as does America's TSA.