Hold your tongue, Algy, you have had too much wine; you ought to go to bed.
"I thought the Army was a place for gentlemen," murmured Algy aghast.
Algy has just entered the army; there can be no two opinions as to our going to war immediately with either Russia or America.
"Some one told me you wanted to see me, Wright," began Algy.
"I used to think being a soldier was all parading," Algy muttered to himself.
Algy took three quick whiffs of his cigarette, then tossed it away.
I assure you Algy thinks an immense deal of your talents, Mr. Diamond.
"Let me explain, sir," went on Algy, with a slight wave of his hand.
"Well, he has an—er—most peculiar temper at times," insisted Algy.
Algy immediately started in upon what was, for him, a furious tirade.
An early language for symbolic mathematics.
[Sammet 1969, p. 520].