Doskonale zagrał wuja Withnaila, już sama myśl o jego przybyciu na prowincję przypomina mi tę niezapomnianą wymowę i egzaltowany sposób wyrażania myśli. I te wyborne zdania jak choćby:

"The older order changeth, yielding place to new. God fulfills himself in many ways. And soon, I suppose, I shall be swept away by some vulgar little tumour. Oh, my boys, my boys, we're at the end of an age. We live in a land of weather forcasts and breakfasts that set in. Shat on by Tories, shovelled up by Labour. And here we are, we three, perhaps the last island of beauty in the world."