Roald Dahl

'That's Mike Teavee

'There's Violet Beauregarde!'

He gives her anything she wants! Absolutely anything! She only has to start screaming for it and she gets it!'

He had a black top hat on his head.

He wore a tail coat made of a beautiful plum-coloured velvet.

His trousers were bottle green.

His gloves were pearly grey.

And in one hand he carried a fine gold-topped walking cane.

Covering his chin, there was a small, neat, pointed black beard — a goatee. And his eyes — his eyes were most marvellously bright. They seemed to be sparkling and twinkling at you all the time. The whole face, in fact, was alight with fun and laughter.

But I must be wrong, mustn't I?

You do have an interesting name, don't you?

You're the one who found your ticket only yesterday, aren't you?

spread his arms wide,

abide ugliness in factorie

pushed their ways in