Quotes from William Butcher

but the man had never learned to wait, he was permanently in a hurry. when, in april, he planted heads of mignonette or morning glory in the china pots in his living room, he would go and pull their leaves each morning to make them grow faster. with such an eccentric, the only thing to do was to obey.

if i add that my uncle took mathematical strides of exactly three feet, and that, while walking, he firmly clenches his fists-the sign of an impetuous temperament-then you will know him well enough not to wish to spend too much time in his company