The spine, and I do not attempt to conceal the fact, had become soluble, in the last degree.
P. G. WodehouseBut what is the love life of newts, if you boil it right down? Didn't you tell me once that they just waggled their tails at one another in the mating season?''Quite correct.' I shrugged my shoulders. 'Well all right, if they like it. But it's not my idea of molten passion.
P. G. WodehouseThere are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'" "The mood will pass, sir.
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