We Woosters do not lightly forget. At least, we do - some things - appointments, and people's birthdays, and letters to post, and all that - but not an absolutely bally insult like the above.
My motto is 'Love and let love' - with the one stipulation that people who love in glass-houses should breathe on the windows.
A roll and butter and a small coffee seemed the only things on the list that hadn't been specially prepared by the nastier-minded members of the Borgia family for people they had a particular grudge against, so I chose them.
He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.
If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.
As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to give pleasure to other people.