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Revision as of 17:28, 4 April 2014
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"Invitation to a Shooting Party", Chapter 2
Inviting Wolfe to Bucks County was like inviting the Statue of Liberty. Neither was likely to make the trip. ¶
Chapter 4
¶ I stood over the kill, feeling happy.
Nero Wolfe, ib.
¶ “[...] The English aristocracy is equally striking for both its insolence and its insolvency. And one may include arrogance and incompetence as well.” ¶
Nero Wolfe, Chapter 6
“It is astonishing what gilded embroidery the aristocracy will not lavish upon the implements of their leisure. As though the purpose of life were to shoot a bird rather than eat one.” ¶
Nero Wolfe, ib.
¶ “[...] I find that I carry not an ounce of surplus. One must balance one’s temperament as one can. [...]” ¶
ib.
¶ “[...] You do not hunt, Mr. Wolfe?”
“For profit only, not pleasure. And I confine myself to my own species.” ¶
"Fame Will Tell", Chapter 1
¶ “The glass is holding up, Archie,” said Wolfe, once he had the blossoms draped the way he wanted them. “I paid $80,000 for this house when I purchased it. You will forgive me if I do not race to spend eighty times that sum for repairs.” ¶
ib. (= cont. to prec.)
¶ He sat in the one chair in the world that actually suits him and picked up the morning mail. I ignored him, entering Theodore’s plant records on the computer. ¶
ib.
¶ Wolfe snorted. It might have started out as a grunt, but it finished as a snort. ¶
Nero Wolfe, ib.
¶ “The females are as addled as the males. The audience forms an acute sociological commentary on the sexual phantasms of our era. Human beings will do anything with their desire other than embrace it directly.” ¶
Nero Wolfe, ib.
¶ “[...] I have always felt that Hell must be very beautiful, or it would not be so well-populated. [...]” ¶
Archie Goodwin, ib.
“[...] Mr. Wolfe is a lot like his office. He’s old-fashioned. He doesn’t like obscenities. He doesn’t like attitude, and he certainly doesn’t like skin. I mean, he’s the opposite of hip-hop. [...]” ¶
Chapter 2
I was cleaning out my emails when the phone rang.
“Nero Wolfe’s office. Archie Goodwin speaking.” ¶
ib.
¶ I was going through my emails when Wolfe came down.
Nero Wolfe, ib.
¶ “[...] The nineteenth century has its charms, but the twenty-first has its advantages.” ¶
Chapter 3
I drank the coffee and ran through my emails and then the Gazette online to see if anything had broken. [...] Since the news on the web was half an hour old I switched on CNN and got a glimpse of Mayor Bloomberg fighting his way through a crowd of reporters, looking like he’d rather be smoking a cigarette. [...]
I switched off the sound and listened to my voice mails.
Chapter 5
Before going down for breakfast I checked the Internet.