By simple common sense I don't believe in God, in none.
All I need is the opportunity,' I said confidently. He smiled. ‘Seventeen's very young, and you look even younger.' I shrugged off-handedly. ‘That's a question of make-up.' Karno laughed. That shrug, he told Sydney later, got me the job.
That is why, no matter how desperate the predicament is, I am always very much in earnest about clutching my cane, straightening my derby hat and fixing my tie, even though I have just landed on my head.