'Look at them,' Gomer Bolstrood said, in a voice hollow with despair. 'Those who built this estate had no shortage of money, of that you can be sure – but the furniture! It is either stupid and primitive, like this ogre's throne I'm seated on, or else – like yours – raked together out of kindling, with about as much structural integrity as a faggot. I could make better chairs in an afternoon, drunk, given a shrub and a jackknife. '