Somehow the python has a barren figure, from a caresser's point of view.

The ferryman went on: "There is something about the grip and spring in a snake's body that makes me feel giddy with pleasure.
Snakes to me, you know, are just a drug, sold by the yard instead of in bottles.

My brain is getting every day colder and quieter, and all through loving snakes so." Sarah Brown rang up Richard's office, and the over-refined voice of a young gentleman clerk answered her.
Mr.Higgins was not in the office.
Mr.Higgins had left particular word that if any one wanted him they were to be told that he had--er--gone to his True Love.
But any minor business matter connected with magic could be attended to in his absence.

Mr.Higgins spending so much of his time on the battlefield at present, a good deal of the routine work had to be done in any case by the speaker, his confidential clerk.
Passports to America?
Perfectly simple.

The office had simply to issue blank sheets treated in a certain way, and every official to whom the sheet should be presented would read upon it what he would want.