Sublime

undaunted. But at his layover in Paris he meets his match: a surprise

And when I say that everybody understands Dickens I do not mean that he is suited to the untaught intelligence. I mean that he is so plain that even scholars can understand him.

"If they were only younger," he muttered between his teeth. "What on earth is a fellow to say to a regiment of old Colonels like this?"

The reason is that it is one thing to believe in witches, and quite another to believe in witch–smellers.

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

human enough to wander, human enough to wonder, but still sustained with that merry fatalism