Yes, it is as you say. You now behold a detective- a great detective, I may say- in the act of detecting!

Just for a moment I hated Lymstock and its narrow boundaries, and its gossiping whispering women.

I have learned to save myself useless emotion.

Next year, maybe, she will look back on the experience and tell her friends that it was "fun"; but oh, the pity of it, not to gather the flowers of the Present, to let them wither, and never pluck them till they are dried wrecks of the Past!

Nobody knows what another person is thinking. They may imagine they do, but they are nearly always wrong.

I enrage myself with an imbecile. I say, 'I would like to kick him.' Instead I kick the table. I say, 'This table, it is the imbecile, I kick him so.

One could write a play about such an idea." "It has been done," said Poirot. "But console yourself, Hastings," he added kindly. "Because a theme has been used once, there is no reason why it should not be used again. Compose your drama.