"......'Pipe exactly right. It must be: pipe of Englishman of good birth: ditto tobacco. Attractive young woman's back. English midday summer. Best climate in the world! No day on which man may not go abroad!' Tietjens paused and aimed with his hazel stick an immense blow at a tall spike of yellow mullein with its undecided, furry glaucous leaves and its undecided, buttony, unripe lemon-coloured flowers. The structure collapsed, like a woman killed among crinolines!
' Now I'm a bloody murderer!' Tietjens said, 'Not gory! Green-stained with vital fluid of innocent plant......And by God! Not a woman in the country who won't let you rape her after an hour's acquaintance!'He slew two more mulleins and a sow-thistle! A shadow, but not from the sun, a gloom, lay across the sixty acres of purple grass bloom and marguerites, white: like petticoats of lace over the grass! ".............p94, Some Do Not.A small excerpt from one of my favourite parts of Some Do Not. These impassioned outpourings are so out of character for a man who normally keeps his emotions under such tight control.
So did I miss it on screen? I don't whether it was included or not but there I was loving every minute of the first episode when a violent thunderstorm took away my TV signal halfway through the Duchemin's Breakfast. I was devastated! If there had been the opportunity I would have slewn a few mulleins myself!