«When I was chucked by a school girlfriend and made a pimply speech to the whole family, he listened quietly as I squeaked and squealed “I never want another girlfriend as long as I live!” (hammering the table) “Girls are odious!” The next day Edwidge called me into the library for a talk—an extremely rare event that must have happened no more than three times in my life. I was apprehensive and stood stiffly in front of his desk waiting for him to speak: “My dear boy,” he said, “the anus was designed for the retention and expulsion of faecal matter, not for the reception of foreign organs, however lovingly placed there.” I left the room, clutching my sides with laughter and was not surprised to see the sentence repeated a few years later in an article he wrote for the Spectator.»

- My Father the Anarchist, de Alexander Waugh