I promise that your future correspondence will be returned to you unopened

Lord what a repulsive remark to end with!

What a horizon, what treasures of mind and spirit!

Music to defecate to must be the final insult to the composer

How d’you like my new vocabulary?

I wish you were a Kangaroo

You have made me unhappy

Wherever you go there are always people

It was SUPPRESSED RANDINESS

Let us toast to animal pleasures

I’ve rarely taken such a fancy to anyone, and I think she likes me

Don’t fall down