Sir Myles na gCopaleen (the da) was standing in the conservatory in immaculate evening dress, a figure almost kingly against a riot of banksia alba, green tomatoes, and Zephirine Drouhin. The heated air was laden with the stench of paraffin emulsion, a sign that Jenkins, the head-gardener, was taking precautions against the disorder known as Cuckoo Spit. The dusk was performing its customary intransitive operation of 'gathering'. In some far tree an owl could be detected coughing.
- From "Sir Myles na gCopaleen" in The Best of Myles by Flann O'Brien