"Thank you. You're very kind. I won't be stupid again. I'm giving you a lot of trouble."
"Not a bit. I only wish I could help you."
"You can. If only you would. I'm sure you're clever. You look clever. I'm not clever. I do wish I was. I think I should have been happier if I'd been clever. It must be nice to do things. I've so often thought that if I could have painted pictures or ridden a motor-cycle or something, I should have got more out of my life."
Harriet agreed, gravely, that it was perhaps a good thing to have an occupation of some sort.
- Dorothy Sayers, Have His Carcase