Attila the Hun might have broken off his engagement to her, but nobody except Attila the Hun, and he only on one of his best mornings. - P. G. Wodehouse

And shove him into a dungeon with dripping walls and see to it that he is well gnawed by rats.

Blizzard was of the fine old school of butlers. His appearance suggested that for fifteen years he had not let a day pass without its pint of port. He radiated port and pop-eyed dignity. He had splay feet and three chins, and when he walked his curving waistcoat preceded him like the advance guard of some royal procession.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.