The Various Flavours Of Coffee

prodding his great pizzle into her hindquarters.

Brewer was a politician: he had known the best way to make his appeal to me.

Give a heathen charity and he remains a heathen, and the charity is soon gone; but only give him a contract of employment and you have pointed him on the road towards eternal life -’

They talked of rousing all London, but never seemed to have enough postage stamps.

each tenement is a rookery containing up to a hundred families, all living cheek-by-jowl in a fetid stew of sweat, gin, breath and skin.

carts, coaches, carriages, broughams, cabriolets, gigs, coupes, landaus, clarences, barouches, all struggling in different directions.

the slums of Fitzrovia,

the Arabs - they’re the fascinating ones: you never know where you are with them. Their judgement is always being clouded by something: religion, or vanity, or pride.’

‘I am no longer seeking your agreement. I am overruling you. This is my decision, and as your husband I expect you to abide by