A Scot can turn a perfectly decent name into a head-butt.

“Summer has taken a sensuous turn: Ayrs’s wife and I are lovers. Don’t alarm you…”

“A man like me has no business with this substance "beauty," yet here she is, in…”

“... but it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead…”

“Any society's upper-crust is riddled with immorality, how else d'you think they…”