Until I had got over the effects of the tea, attempts at study were useless.
Because he's so damned clever.
But the thing that still irritates me most against the hero of the popular novel is the ease with which he learns a modern foreign language.
Were he a German waiter, a Swiss barber, or a Polish photographer, I would not envy him; these people do not have to learn a language.

My idea is that they boil down a dictionary, and take two table-spoonsful each night before going to bed.

By the time the bottle is finished they have the language well into their system.

But he is not.

He is just an ordinary Anglo-Saxon, and I don't believe in him.