Horace Rumpole was sustained by a good case, Pomeroy’s plonk, and Q. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Q yachted from Fowey. He was a model Water Rat, inventing ditties mucking about in boats. High in the blue above swifts whirl and call- WE are down a-dabbling, Up tails all! He’s housed yet in the royal blue of the Oxford set. After composing something “exceptionally fine”, he advised, delete before submission: “murder your darlings.” Even his name is redolent of ancient mythic glories, active feathery writing, and reading relaxation: Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch.