We limeys have a peculiar position to keep up, you know, Barlow. They may laugh at us a bit - the way we talk and the way we dress; our monocles - they may think us cliquey and stand-of fish, but, by God, they respect us. Your five-to-two is a judge of quality. He knows what he’s buying and it’s only the finest type of Englishman that you meet out here. I often feel like an ambassador, Barlow. It’s a responsibility, I can tell you, and in various degrees every Englishman out here shares it. We can’t all be at the top of the tree but we are all men of responsibility. You never find an Englishman among the underdogs - except in England of course.