I have to say the tone of superiority that Draco takes is priceless...
He hated the parade of wealth (the only truly wealthy people were the ones were classy enough not to flaunt it). But what he really hated about dinner parties was the fact that, as part of the social elite, he absolutely could not escape them.
I'd never seen the word, nyaff, before so I Googled it. I found the following and realized just how appropriate the word really was.
itle: The Nyaff (Scottish Types No. 2) Author(s): Tom Hubbard Text Gin you wad ken the NYAFF, think on the word.
Ane nebstril heezed at you gin that you were A duggie’s tolie he had trodden on; The N enters your lug, slaw, leesurely, Tweestin, searin sherp and neat, Then the YAAAAAA crescendos as ti brust your heid – A siren warnin o invasioun – Then, sudden, the FFff faas fortissimo, His teeth upon his lip ti shut you oot. O, but you’d grien ti enter wi your fist! You yourself pronounce the word quick eneuch – - NYAFF. A snotterie N, the Y a hint o YOU, PISS (understuid), then AFF, git aff o ma kintra! – YOU PRISS AFF, YE SLEEKIT NYAFF – No that there’s ever a nyaff at wisna sleekit As we’ve kent syne seventeen-seeven (at the least).
A Scottish type? O ay! He’s shair he’s Scottish: It’s awfly nyice to be beck in the mutha countri, At a taïme like this. I’d retha live in Enbra Than any utha citi in th Yoo Kay.
From: Scottish Corpus of Texts and Speech (http://www.scottishcorpus.ac.uk/corpus/search/document.php?documentid=739)
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Date: 2006-04-22 04:42 pm (UTC)He hated the parade of wealth (the only truly wealthy people were the ones were classy enough not to flaunt it). But what he really hated about dinner parties was the fact that, as part of the social elite, he absolutely could not escape them.
I'd never seen the word, nyaff, before so I Googled it. I found the following and realized just how appropriate the word really was.
itle: The Nyaff (Scottish Types No. 2)
Author(s): Tom Hubbard
Text
Gin you wad ken the NYAFF, think on the word.
Ane nebstril heezed at you gin that you were
A duggie’s tolie he had trodden on;
The N enters your lug, slaw, leesurely,
Tweestin, searin sherp and neat,
Then the YAAAAAA crescendos as ti brust your heid –
A siren warnin o invasioun –
Then, sudden, the FFff faas fortissimo,
His teeth upon his lip ti shut you oot.
O, but you’d grien ti enter wi your fist!
You yourself pronounce the word quick eneuch –
- NYAFF. A snotterie N, the Y a hint
o YOU, PISS (understuid), then AFF, git aff
o ma kintra! – YOU PRISS AFF, YE SLEEKIT NYAFF –
No that there’s ever a nyaff at wisna sleekit
As we’ve kent syne seventeen-seeven (at the least).
A Scottish type? O ay! He’s shair he’s Scottish:
It’s awfly nyice to be beck in the mutha countri,
At a taïme like this. I’d retha live in Enbra
Than any utha citi in th Yoo Kay.
From: Scottish Corpus of Texts and Speech (http://www.scottishcorpus.ac.uk/corpus/search/document.php?documentid=739)