unearths some literary gems.
From Leo Bruce:
He was on mutual boring terms with most of the town.
Young barmen were employed to assist her.... She called them all Fred, ignoring any hopes they might voice of keeping their own names. [This predates the Pythons and "Bruce," btw.]
"'Mr Raydell,' I said, 'you will please remove that beast at once and never bring it into my bar again. I'm surprised at you doing such a thing.' 'It's only an ocelet,' he said. 'Only an ocelot--that's quite enough, I should think,' I told him. 'If you don't take it away immediately I shall call the police. I won't have ocelets in my bar!' 'There's only one,' said Mr Raydell. 'I don't care if there is one or fifty,' I told him. 'It's the principle of the thing.'"
"What would you say to ocelot attacking you in a bar in England?" he asked stertorously.
"I shouldn't speak to it," said Carolus."
"That of course makes nonsense." [I didn't know you could make nonsense, the way you can make sense!]
"At a club called the Surly Tapster."
"The boisterous individual with the bald head and monstrous moustache who had greeted us so heartily on our arrival had become a sagging and weary man. Even the moustache looked lifeless."