clodhopper

"Surrounded, I suppose, only by clodhoppers, with whom you could not associate."

(Ramballe despised both these kinds of love equally: the one he considered the "love of clodhoppers" and the other the "love of simpletons.") L'amour which the Frenchman worshiped consisted principally in the unnaturalness of his relation to the woman and in a combination of incongruities giving the chief charm to the feeling.

The distance was little more than six miles, but the road was strange, and I had to keep stopping to inquire my way; hallooing to carters and clodhoppers, and frequently invading the cottages, for there were few abroad that winter's morning; sometimes knocking up the lazy people from their beds, for where so little work was to be done, perhaps so little food and fire to be had, they cared not to curtail their slumbers.

It took an old African soldier to show those clodhoppers. .

"Oh, a LOT of people WE never heard of before - the shoemaker and horse-doctor and knife-grinder kind, you know - clodhoppers from goodness knows where that never handled a sword or fired a shot in their lives - but the soldiership was in them, though they never had a chance to show it.

"Keep to your own station, Sancho," replied Teresa; "don't try to raise yourself higher, and bear in mind the proverb that says, 'wipe the nose of your neigbbour's son, and take him into your house.' A fine thing it would be, indeed, to marry our Maria to some great count or grand gentleman, who, when the humour took him, would abuse her and call her clown-bred and clodhopper's daughter and spinning wench.

She could no more think of this man as a clodhopper, a coarse upstart without manners or imagination.

Half clodhopper, half board-school prig, they can still throw back to a nobler stock, and breed yeomen.

It's a good gentlemanly game; and young Vincy is not a clodhopper. If your son John took to billiards, now, he'd make a fool of himself."

Over the years clodhoppers such as John Sergeant, Ann Widdecombe and my good friend Ed Balls made up for a lack of slick moves with bags of personality yet the Maybot displays less emotional intelligence than a vending machine refusing to return your last PS1 back when that can of Coke fails to drop.

"It's the choice of these clodhoppers or getting your hooves shod."

No one wants to be picked on because of their clumpy clodhoppers on day one of the new school term.