“If anything she was a shade too plump, but she knew the ninety-seven ways of making love that the Hindus are supposed to set much store bythough mind you, it is all nonsense, for the seventy-fourth...”

“But I still state unhesitatingly, that for pure, vacillating stupidity, for superb incompetence to command, for ignorance combined with bad judgment --in short, for the true talent for catastrophe ...”

“I recognized the handwriting, and my heart gave a skip; when I opened it I got a turn, for it began, 'To my beloved Hector,' and I thought, by God she's cheating on me, and has sent me the wrong le...”