From ‘The Privilege of an Englishman’, The Spectator, 3 July 1915: [TO THE EDITOR OF THE SPECTATOR] Sir,—There is one privilege which an Englishman has which is not shared by any other European nation. That privilege is neither asked for nor desired by other nations in Europe, for they are more democratic than we are.
From ‘Dawn on Box Hill‘, The Spectator, 26 June 1915: AS we rode down the gentle eastern slope of Ranmore Common we noticed that we could see our horses’ ears. The statement seems commonplace, but for the last two hours we had mostly taken not only our horses’ ears but our horses’ heads on trust.
From ‘Food and Drink’, The Spectator, 26 June 1915: The Government have been completely beaten by the trade in their attempts at prohibition. But are they justified at the present time in allowing this great waste of food to continue ? Even if in this the trade is strong enough to beat them, as it
From ‘Cold-blooded Goodness‘, The Spectator, 26 June 1915: A young person of either sex who is wholly without sentimentality has not as a rule much heart. On the other hand, where practicality so overruns the character as to destroy all the finest feelings, it may still leave the capacity for sympathy not uninjured, but certainly
‘We’ve had such fun paying off our children’s and grandchildren’s debts!’
‘All right, all right. Simon says, “Scalpel.”’
‘Great Scott, Professor Hunt has explained women!’
‘You rang, texted, emailed and face-timed, my Lord?
‘Have you made any nice friends?’
‘Our vicar’s a terrible name dropper.’
‘Dude, this is better than heaven — it’s the Cloud.’
‘You say art. I say graffiti.’
‘I’m upper class, but I’m immensely proud of my upper-middle-class roots.’
‘I blame all those puffs of white smoke.’
