Every big shop in London, you know, is labelled Patronised by Royalty, yet I have bought haberdashery by the hour without running across a single queen.

I suppose if you didn't have this big label sticking up in your harbour, you Americans might forget that America is the Home of Liberty.

I know quite a lot about America from a grey squirrel who rents my may-tree on Mitten Island.

It is a long time since he came over, but he still chitters with a strong New England accent.

He came away because he was a socialist.