A tatterdemalion meets a gaberlunzie on the steps of the public library:
— I’ve just been reading in The Times about that vile phansigar….
— Oh yes, apprehended at last, thank goodness!
— Let’s hope the full weight of justice is brought to bear…
— I should hope so…. excise the canker from our midst, so to speak. It’s a question of tone really, isn’t it?
— Precisely! That sort of thing undermines the commonweal at so many levels…. social harmony…. savoir vivre…. not to mention property values.
— That too, of course. It goes to the very heart of what we mean by “civil society”.
— Indeed, just so! Well, we can rest easy in our beds now, thanks to the vigilance of our independent constabulary.
— Stout fellows!