A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu, voyelles,
Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes.
A, noir corset velu des mouches éclatantes
Qui bombillent autour des puanteurs cruelles,
Golfe d’ombre; E, candeur des vapeurs et des tentes,
Lance des glaciers fiers, rois blancs, frissons d’ombelles
I, pourpres, sang craché, rire des lèvres belles
Dans la colère ou les ivresses pénitentes;
U, cycles, vibrements divins des mers virides,
Paix des pâtis semés d’animaux, paix des rides
Que l’alchimie imprime aux grands fronts studieux;
O, suprême Clairon plein des strideurs étranges,
Silences traversés des Mondes et des Anges:—
O l’Oméga, rayon violet de Ses Yeux!
— Amy, is something wrong?
— You can't do a scallop trim on the outer hoop skirt. The material's too delicate. It'll just fall apart.
— But in two out of three home tests it held.
— I am so sorry, Elle.
— No biggie. I guess i don't need... a scallop trim on the outer hoop skirt.
— I'll be fine. What is it that you said back when i couldn't... fit into my white spandex pantsuit for my wedding? If the fabric doesn't work with you... don't work with it. It's one of my favorite mantras. <...> Wait... that's it. Don't fight the fabric. Change it. If the law is what's keeping bruiser's mother locked up... i shouldn't be fighting it, i should be changing it.
I think he equates being business-like with being mean. Or worse, middle-class like me.
Explanation:
About Lord Grantham