I am very sorry if I seem to differ from everybody, but everybody seems to differ from me, so I can't help it." A Swami, unctuous and fat, and furious at the lack of feminine attention, said something suavely outrageous about modern women.

He was immediately surrounded by several mature examples who adored to be safely smitten by the gelatinous and esoteric.
A little flabby, featureless, but very fashionable portrait painter muttered to Hamil: "Orient and Occident! the molluskular and the muscular.

Mr.Hamil, do you realise _what_ the Occident is ?" "Geographically ?" inquired Hamil wearily.
"No, symbolically.

It is that!" explained the painter, doubling his meagre biceps and punching at the infinite, with a flattened thumb.
"That," he repeated, "is America.

Do you comprehend ?" The wan young girl who had spoken of the purple perfume of petunias said that _she_ understood.