I know this sounds terribly pedantic of me, but.… you know your little piece of pink paper on which you type your words of little consequence ?
I feel an irresistible urge to scroll up the paper , in the typewriter, to move away from that greasy stain , the light foxing and the tiny numbers. I know , I’m just plain weird.
Ah. Well…to fend off any return fire, I suppose I should state that perhaps he is only defying British judgement. That would probably be correct in a number of ways, then?