Cyril Connolly (1903-1974), Enemies of Promise
(1938; rpt. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2008), pp. 184-185:
Godfrey's relaxation was reading Homer; he adored the
Odyssey, for the Homeric world was one in which he was at
home and the proverbs of "the wily Odysseus", to the disgust
of the able but Philistine Highworth, were never off his lips.
"Oh, babababarbaba babababarbaba," he would storm; "for
God's sake stop spouting Greek—I can't understand a fellow
with guts like you Godfrey wanting to quote that filthy Greek
all the time—and as for you, Cyril, you're worse,—nine bloody
beanrows will I have there and a hive for the honey bloody
bee—my God it makes me crap."