'I wish it hadn't.

It weighs some few thousand tons--unless you cut it out with a cold chisel.' 'Don't be an idiot.

You can't pose with us here,' said the Nilghai.
'There's no pose in the matter at all.

It's a fact.

I was loafing from Lima to Auckland in a big, old, condemned passenger-ship turned into a cargo-boat and owned by a second-had Italian firm.