"Do, dear, do!" said his wife, and he hurried for his hat. "Just to think of you not thinking of that!" she repeated, as he bade her farewell.
"Yes, indeed!" he replied. "But it's the war, I'm sure. I'm sure it's the war."
Later in the day he returned, a potential Sir Julius Bannockburn.
Enthusiast (explaining the situation). "Let this 'ere meat-axe be the Russians a-comin' in on the East; the carvin'-knife's the Frenchies along 'ere; our boys is the mustard-pot; and 'ere's the Germans—this 'ere plate o' tripe."
Shakspeare Germanised.
One touch of Nietzsche makes the whole world sin.