"Quigley, really, what is the world coming to? A man holds the Discovery channel building hostage. What a most rough and tumble fellow. What, pray tell, do you call a man who hates his own?"
"A misanthrope." Mews turns to Quigley and frowns.
"I know that Quigs, I was being rhetorical. What a wretch he must have been hating his own species. I can't image such self-loathing. I believe I feel a tinge sorry for the old man."
"Sorry Mews? My goodness, he was a beast of the ultimate order!"
"I do say Quigley, your heart is growing harder by the minute."
"It's a hard world Mews, one cannot wear one's whiskers-or feathers in my case-on his sleeve. Now for more important matters-dinner tonight. How about a splendid cheese souffle?"