Seeing my statements, most of my fellow schoolmates who came with me to UCD, I suppose, may open their eyes real round and scold me, “Damn! If you complain about your English, how shall we live on?”

After about ten minutes of this, Flossie gave me a short but blistering scolding (seasoned with her one pet expletive) and went back upstairs to whatever it was she normally did around there.

He was so infuriated that without a word he let into the rascal.