Oh, the scene the other day because some one brought some jonquils into the house! I'm afraid I was dreadfully rude, but I really couldn't help it." He could talk like this through a long summer day or a long winter evening.
Yeovil belonged to a race forbidden to bear arms.

At the moment he would gladly have contented himself with the weapons with which nature had endowed him, if he might have kicked and pommelled the abhorrent specimen of male humanity whom he saw before him.
Instead he broke into the conversation with an inspired flash of malicious untruthfulness.
"It is wonderful," he observed carelessly, "how popular that Viennese statue of Mozart has become.

A friend who inspects County Council Art Schools tells me you find a copy of it in every class-room you go into." It was a poor substitute for physical violence, but it was all that civilisation allowed him in the way of relieving his feelings; it had, moreover, the effect of making Plarsey profoundly miserable..