I've always loved P.G. Wodehouse: “Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive sh

I've always loved P.G. Wodehouse: “Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to speak French.” (Especially as an Englishman who is terrible at French)