Nothing ruins one's day quite like some throw-away anti-Semitism (and anti-Scots):
"They [*] are usually Scotch gentlemen, but I suspect a Semitic strain in their ancestry." (The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, 168)
The character who says this is, at this point of the book, supposed to be the mild-mannered, everyday sort of chap. The woman to whom he is speaking (who is being hounded by the Semitic Scotsmen) is a dithering, greedy idiot.
So fuck you from the bottom of my partially-Scotch and completely Semite-friendly heart.
* "They" are presumably loan sharks but are only referred to as "Scotch gentlemen."
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