"But I shall be all right.

I'm strong as a horse, and sound in wind and limb." "I hope you will get good food." He laughed.

"I expect to have to live on just whatever I can shoot or grub up.

You see, the more completely I leave all civilisation, the more correctly I shall get my 'copy.' I can't crawl into the long grass, carrying tins of sardines and bottles of Bass!" "You might take meat lozenges," suggested Ronnie's wife.
"Meat lozenges, darling, are concentrated nastiness.

I felt like an unhealthy bullock the whole of the rest of the day when, to please you, I sucked one while we were mountain climbing.