Book: The third girl

- ... they now are ignorant, ' sighed Mrs Oliver. - No, really. All they know is the names of their favorite singers, pop bands or disc jockeys. And if you need a specialist, a doctor, say, or a detective, or a dentist, then they just ask my girlfriend, whom better to ask?

- She said she doesn't want to be rude, but... - you only listen! - I'm too old!
Mrs. Oliver hurried to comfort him:
- What do you want! If a person is over thirty-five, these young girls think it is almost half-dead.

- These cherries you recently? - He gently outlined the circle with a teaspoon, thinking to myself, "Not a room, and some the cherry orchard."
- In your opinion, too many of them? - asked Mrs. Oliver. - Wallpaper is so hard to guess. In your opinion, the old one was better?
Poirot strained my memory and before my eyes floated many strange colors of tropical birds in the middle of the jungle. He had nearly said, "Plus CA change, plus s'est la meme chose", but resist.

The last time he had seen Mrs. Oliver, she was combed simply and strictly. And now her hair was laid lush curls and curls from the occiput to the forehead. The splendor that was suspiciously luxurious. Poirot tried to imagine how many of these Hedwig and the curls might fall off if Mrs. Oliver will be thrilled that it happened quite often.

Who murdered - who knows where - is unknown. When is also unknown. If you want my opinion, old boy, this smacks of guesswork.

- Be sure to come and tell me everything. Coming? Today. I'll give you a Cup of tea.
The day I don't drink tea.
- Well, coffee.
- At this time of day I usually don't drink coffee.
- Chocolate? With whipped cream? Or broth? You're so fond of barley water. Lemonade? Orangeade? And if you prefer decaf, then I'll try to get...
- Ah sa, non, exemple! Decaf... It's downright abuse!
- Well, any of your favorite syrup. And, I know! I have somewhere in a cupboard there is a bottle of "Ribena".
What the hell is this?
- Vitamin drink of juice of black currant.
Right, I'm ready to give up. You offer so many temptations, Madam!

He came banal cliche "depressed beauty," and when George opened the door for the visitor, it is with disappointment mentally shook his head and sighed. In any case, not beautiful, and special utrachennoy unnoticed. Easy confusion, not more.

Girls tend to make elephants of flies.

Having achieved success, you should be able to stop in time.

... People are never as you remember them. Over time, you draw them exactly as I would like to see them, and you think it is so they you remember the. If you like to remember their wonderful, cheerful, beautiful, then you ascribe to them, and what never was.

Love can become hatred!
- Directly after quote from the romantic ballads. But do not forget that hatred, in turn, can become love. Triggered this way and that.

Don't forget the elderly, although they are considered to be incapable of vigorous action, however, have extensive experience.