Sleep slunk up like a black panther and sank its kindly fangs into what remained of the Mortdecai brain. - Kyril Bonfiglioli

You will learn nothing of importance from this story except, perhaps, how to die; but then, you were born knowing that and in any case it only has to be done once. It is easy: ask anyone who has done it.

It will be a sad day for the world when the Oriental gent realizes that Western bumbling is only Eastern guile in a different idiom. Well, a lot of it, anyway.

Why do people build houses to keep the climate out, then cut holes in the walls to let it in again? I shall never understand.