What you want$$$ my lad$$$ and what you're going to get are two very different things.

Another of these strong silent men. The world is full of us.

What a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else$$$ don't you know$$$ if you see what I mean.

I spent the afternoon musing on Life. If you come to think of it$$$ what a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else$$$ don't you know$$$ if you see what I mean.

This was not Aunt Dahlia$$$ my good and kindly aunt$$$ but my Aunt Agatha$$$ the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.

I expect I shall feel better after tea.

It has been well said that it is precisely these moments when we are feeling that ours is the world and everything that's in it that Fate selects for sneaking up on us with the rock in the stocking.

I mean$$$ if you're asking a fellow to come out of a room so that you can dismember him with a carving knife$$$ it's absurd to tack a 'sir' on to every sentence. The two things don't go together.

When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one$$$ it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff.

It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core$$$ they are all alike. Sooner or later$$$ out pops the cloven hoof.