When ye hear of a man a woman hez made, ye hears of a nincompoop.
That a man with a weak, receding chin is always a nincompoop.
And I won't have it spoiled, by every nincompoop poking his nose into it.
The nincompoop can always be counted on to deify the commonplace.
Wouldn't some nincompoop like Forsyth be perhaps, after all, his best choice?
At moments he showed extraordinary ...