oh yes, yes, i knew richard

dear man. dear, dear man. he'd grasp my hands and my skin would fold in his folds, as it were, and is in the retelling, sooth. he'd stare at me with his dark, light, black, white blue eyes and scream the names of all the gods in my ear, but in a whisper. lust. yes, i lusted then, lusty lust lusted. i lusted again in 1994, i believe. but he was such a warm man, such a nice, warm, tremendously gabardine filling man

a case of mistaken identity? decision for the reader!

[Constable Higgins]: Well Lord Cunt, I can't hold my tongue any longer. A man who slanders the name of William Shakespeare is worse than scum. You, sir, are Hitler.

[Lord Cunt]: No I'm not!

[C.H.] Oh, you're a wily one, aren't you Mr. . . . Oh I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?

[L.C.] Cunt.

[C.H.] Naturally.

[L.C.] No, I'm Lord Cunt.

[C.H.] Precisely the name that Adolf Hitler himself would devise to fool a bonny Englishman. Too bad for you that this dialogue is boring

your mother's such a bad housekeeper

the biggest spread she ever laid out was when the navy came into port

blast it all

You erstwhile buttock.

a life of brilliance

Edgar (turning from father's casket): Oh, Henry!

Henry: What, like the chocolate bar?

Edgar: If only I could have your strength, dear Henry. Your stamina.

Henry: At night I eat the dog food.

Edgar: Father would be so proud. He told everyone he knew; "My Henry is the brightest lad in all the land!"

Henry: Yes, I remember when he put the lampshade over my head.