 He writes brilliantly. Doesn't he? He drinks too much tea, though. Can't do him much harm, surely. It tans the stomach. Who is Sandy Tyrrell? I've never heard of him. He's here with Judith. Oh, that poor thing with the hot hands will gnaw him. I thought he looked rather nice. You must be just mad. He looked disgusting. Idiot. Smooth my hair with your soft white hands.