“‘Nice polka dots,’ I say. He smiles. ‘Nice Labradors.’ I mean, he’s cute, so I’ll let it slide, but the dogs on my pants are clearly golden retrievers.”
“Somehow, of late, I had got into the way of involuntarily using this word ‘prefer’ upon all sorts of not exactly suitable occasions. And I trembled to think that my contact with the scrivener had already and seriously affected me in a mental way. And what further and deeper aberration might it not yet produce?”
″ ‘Lawks!’ Jemmy thought. Hadn’t the prince run away in royal style! He had even brought a china plate, a silver spoon and a silver knife for himself.”