The count stood like one changed to stone; and, turning to the bewildered crowd, Ferdinand added, with a gay smile of triumph, “To you, my gallant friends, I can only wish that your wooing may prosper as mine has done; and that you may all win as fair a bride as I have, by this masked marriage.”

S. Pickwick

Why is the P.C. like the Tower of Babel? It is full of unruly members.

The History of a Squash