"The Socratic Method of disimprovement and downcycling," said Lady Euphonia Wellington-Boot, "is too, too, utterly ineffable, and that, dear, is my last word on the subject, it's quite, quite, filthy dirty, and I refuse to let any further reference sully my tongue," and before Lord Philbert Wellington-Boot could say anything in reply, she continued: "it's patently obvious, to any right-thinking person, that the whole concept is destined to fail, from beginning to end, that it is not in the least, teensy-weensy, little bit, sustainable, and you can take my word for it – I have read extensively on the whole sorry subject, it's been discussed ad nauseam in this week's Telegraph – and even the Mail had an op-ed, making precisely the same point as me, so there can be no doubt about it, I am indisputably Right. . . . .but what on Earth's that dreadful roaring and shrieking next door? go on Philbert, get one of the tumblers from the bathroom and listen at the wall, is it Italian, or Spanish? sounds like a cat-fight – call the Manager and complain, I can hardly hear myself think!"