And I've something to tell you in strict confidence so spread it everywhere. - J. P. Donleavy

I know this is a dreadful inconvenience for you, Miss Frost. I want you to know I really appreciate it. I have till now counted my friends on a hand of amputated fingers.

If you shoot off a chap's kneecaps I hardly think there is point in putting bullets in his liver.

And there. Caught in the morning sun. She goes. Galloping. Her hair flying from her head as Dingle's flows out from his mane. A gleaming black body rippling of muscle. Great long legs stretching out on the emerald turf.